Outback (Extended Remix)

Lyrics

[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: Fatt Tarr of Redneck Souljers:] Fatt Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back We out behind the Exit Inn drinkin' beer with The Lacs We up in Nashville y'all better tell the haters relax So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack But I ain't 'bout that I just want to kick it with the women Blow a little smoke and if they like it then I'm winnin' To the gang up in this sta-a-a-ck they want it come and get it 'Cause we out here makin' friends we still livin' independent [Verse 2: C-Hubb of Redneck Souljers] Like the Declaration, that we live by It's a celebration, let the flag fly Bring your kids even your mama and them Homie rubbin' the ribs Throw 'em in the smoke And we swim Float in the river with friends At it again Somebody give me the Jim Cali and Tennessee gettin' it in Drinkin', eatin', yell 'Til we drunk and full as Hell man So we'll be chillin' where the cows at If that's a problem for you we can take it outback [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: Bubba Sparxxx] Bubba K's back, in here to be exact Got a Betty with some back Acting bad as she can act And we throwin' back a few, but I ain't really keeping track Now her man's back and I'll be easin' back Yes, sir, he can have her I was briefly caught up in the rapture Now I'm back in a sorta same mind-frame Funny thing how it happened when the time came I was in the back drinkin' with the Bandits And the Jawga Boyz, just like I planned it Then she walked in, then she walked back out Then she walked back in, look at that, "Wow" I couldn't back down, so I stood tall Tried to play it cool, you think I could? Naw And just as we was headin' back to the house Back walkin' in? Yup, there comes her spouse (I'm out) [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 4: Bird of Moonshine Bandits] 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 5: 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 [Verse 6: Demun Jones] I sent a text to Tex, and Bird called me back He said 'We All Country', and I said, 'Yeah, that's a fact' Well, now it's 'Rebels on the Run', time ya better pack We 'bout to hit the road, rock shows and make a stack I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click-clack Grabbed a can of Beard Commander, throwed it all in a sack I caught a fly in A-Town, landed out in Sac The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black That Detroit Diesel was roaring like a Mack Had chrome around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque I climbed on up, sat down to relax But I heard a lot of ruckus it was coming from the 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 [Verse 7: 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 8: 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 [Verse 9: D Thrash of Jawga Boyz] D Thrash from the Jawga Boyz With Bubba Sparxxx and the Moonshine Bandits makin' noise And you can find us outback, makin' shine You want to taste-test? Then get in line Yeah, we keep the grill fired up, and I keep a camouflage mud jug Some folks want to hate on us but We can take it out back if you want some Back Road ridin', with the hat back Drink in my lap, in a brown paper sack My cell phone won't get no service I'm cool, but city folks get nervous 'Cause they ain't never been out here No streetlights, and we eat deer I'm either in the backyard or the backwoods, and I'm livin' good (Ha ha) [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 10: Brahma Bull of Moccasin Creek] Brahma Bull, here he is, and he's buggin' on the track We ain't talkin' thick steaks when were talkin' Outback Naw, we're talkin' clotheslines an' some beat up cars Yeah, we're talking tall pines in a knee-high yard Yeah, we're talking all them things you can find out back Grand Mammy's old swing and shotgun rack Got the fire-pit stayin' lit, a bottle of Jack Bubba K got drunk and made the whip go 'crack' Fatt Tarr and C-Hubb's start shootin' it up And the Moonshine Bandits never givin' a what D Thrash in the back with the truck all jacked Brahma Bull we're all country when we kick it out back [Verse 11: Lenny Cooper] I'm all about the beer, yeah, I'm all about the whiskey I'm all about makin' all these pretty girls get frisky Don't hate a player, player hate the game Out back in this league and we all are the same Chasin' that dream, wantin' that fame All these new people wanna ride on our train Ride in on out, take it on over Outback's where I'll be when it's all over Outback grillin' it, outback chillin' it Outback workin' hard, for the little bit Always bein' me, yeah, the Mud Digger king With a beautiful queen, my outback is my dream [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