Still got them through back, single calves with a gun rack
Hanging on the back glass, still working that piece of ground
That was handed down, granddaddy’s daddy plowed way back
Turning red dirt into dollars, sky’s the color of our collars
Where them hills roll into hollers, yeah that’s my
of the woods, we’re some misunderstood
the local honey
Yeah we’re our ways, ain’t change
ain’t got all got good
of the woods
Might a hard on a dive bar all nighter
our drink crank, making that noise
We’re the country boy survivors
Sunday morning, up hurt still show up for Sunday service
thank the Lord that was born
of the woods, we’re some misunderstood
the local honey
Yeah we’re our ways, ain’t change
ain’t got all got good
of the woods
of the woods
like our turning red dirt into dollars
Where the hills roll into hollers, yeah that’s of the woods
like our turning red dirt into dollars
Where the hills roll into hollers, yeah that’s my
That’s of the woods, we’re some misunderstood
the local honey
Yeah we’re our ways, ain’t change
ain’t got all got good
of the woods
Yeah of the woods
