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[Chorus: Durwood Black] Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bars serving jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In back of the saloon where the jukebox at [Verse 1: Bird] Outback where the forest is thick There's a circle in the middle of a field, where a bonfire's lit Cup full of shine, Copenhagen in my lip Now I'm dippin' sideways probably wake up in a ditch So, crank that music into the night And crack that beer and raise it high Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride Take her back to the country for a real good time [Chorus: Durwood Black] Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bars serving jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In back of the saloon where the jukebox at [Verse 2: Tex of Moonshine Bandits] Got me steppin' in manure every time I spit shit Feel like Cash in the photo with the bird gettin' flipped Came from the bottom, so they labeled me a catfish Worldwide better grab you an Atlas Bonfire lit like Willy, let's smoke Rack full ribs and a smoker full of oak Blackberry Brandy, out back in the duck blind Black Lab runnin', got huntin' in his bloodlines Came from outback, but I'm back in the lead Back like a rack full of fat double Ds Back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze Back on the trigger, hit 'er right between the knees Back with the tow strap I pull 'em real heavy Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy Dive-bar beauty queen, Bubba call 'em 'Betties' Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready [Chorus: Durwood Black] Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bars serving jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In back of the saloon where the jukebox at [Verse 3: Rooster of The Lacs] Talkin' 'bout a burn pile, hound dog, me and my honey We can run a game of shoes, we can lose a little money Might talk a little smack, after sippin' that Jack Bunch of jacked up trucks all parked 'round back Yeah get loose, like they do it up in Cali Ol' shine so smooth, like you cruisin' in a Caddy Then we rolled ourself a fatty, went around to the shed I had to back up off it, it was buzzin' my head [Verse 4: Uncle Snap of The Lacs] See I'm back in the Mac, I'm in the back with The Lacs Get on these backs to the Sacs Know how I'm hackler's act See I'm partyin' to death, with Bacardi on my breath I'm thinking naughty to myself about the shawty on my left Yeah, we're still outback It's the country outcasts Thinkin' you can out-rap? Yeah, bitch, I doubt that Meet us all out back And we'll whoop that loud ass 'Cause were bringin' country back, quicker than a snap-back [Chorus: Durwood Black] Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bars serving jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In back of the saloon where the jukebox at Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bars serving jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In back of the saloon where the jukebox at