Sound Of The Woods

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lenny Cooper] If you listen real quiet, down an old dirt road Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go To hear the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods [Verse 1: Lenny Cooper] I got my middle finger up for the haters who watchin' My music on the charts, and they in the garbage Feeling so good, right now optimistic I make my moves reality and you unrealistic I'm all about action when I'm puttin' my shades on Chevy chain that hang off my neck about yay long Right now my music hotter than market 212 frequency shakin' the cockpit I bat her up and knock it straight out the park My fists hit so hard, my arms are supercharged You think I fell off, hell naw I just waited for the perfect time to set this bomb off Keep thinkin' you can be the boss People talkin' hard, but actin' soft I keep ridin' dirt roads The rest of y'all can get lost (Get lost, get lost) The rest of y'all can get lost (Get lost, get lost) You know what I'm talkin' 'bout [Chorus: Lenny Cooper] If you listen real quiet, down an old dirt road Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go To hear the sound of the woods, (The sound of the woods) that's the sound of the woods (That's the sound of the woods) Where the boys get drunk, (Get drunk) and them ladies get wild (Get wild) Hear the brush fire pop (Fire pop) and then engines get loud (Get loud) That's the sound of the woods, (That's the sound of the woods) that's the sound of the woods (Yeah, that's the sound of the woods) [Verse 2: Charlie Farley] Well it's a profound sound found only around these parts Around town, there ain't no truck around when it gets dark We mountain ride, to the mountain side With them Kenwoods boun-boun-boun-bouncin' right Welcome to the life of a backwoods guy Got them bonfire nights turning dark into daylight Awake like an owl, we get down with the moonlight So I write songs for my type The type that like to raise a little hell Pumpin' shotgun shells out the barrel of a 12 gauge While barrelin' around the curvy dirt road drunk barely awake Some folks want to escape but I ain't I'd rather sit and write another song about the reasons that I'm gonna keep on sittin' on the tailgate And what comes out on my writin' sessions is so good There ain't no question this is the sound of the woods [Chorus: Lenny Cooper] If you listen real quiet, down an old dirt road Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go To hear the sound of the woods, (The sound of the woods) that's the sound of the woods (That's the sound of the woods) Where the boys get drunk, (Get drunk) and them ladies get wild (Get wild) Hear the brush fire pop (Fire pop) and then engines get loud (Get loud) That's the sound of the woods, (That's the sound of the woods) that's the sound of the woods (Yeah, that's the sound of the woods)