My Neck Of The Woods

Lyrics

[Intro: SMO] Yeah you know what time it is This your boy Hick Ross I got my man Tommy Chayne on here with me You know it's an Average Joe thing baby Welcome to my neck of the woods Come on [Verse 1: Smo] Yeah, it's that country livin', thoroughbred women Backwood hustlers, cornfed children We're Ford driven' barbecue grillin' Mama's fried okra, apple pie sippin' From them Tennessee fields workin' the crops To the late night side streets dodgin' the cops Stackin' twelve hour shifts, just puttin' in work Pushin' livin' to the limit, disreguard the hurt Just turn the page let me fill my soul With some outlaw country and old rock-n-roll That Hank and Willie, little Merle and Cash Not that modern day cowboy trash [Chorus] In my neck of the woods We gonna get a little tipsy Sippin' on whiskey In my neck of the woods Kickin' mud for fun Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun In the woods Work our fingers to the bone By the dirt road code Take it back to my neck of the woods From a boy to a man I know these old backroads for sure In my neck of the woods [Verse 2] We live for that Friday night football, Saturday mud Sunday school lessons and all week fun (Yeah) Backyard bonfires, fish on the pond (Get it) Frog gig jiggin', four wheelin' on the farm (Come on) Backroad ridin' where the city lights end Got that grassroots bumpin' at the lake with my kin True mud camo from head to toe With them snakeskin boots on that dirt road code DP in my can, Red Stag in my cup Swisher full of pine with my truck jacked up Gals gettin' buck underneath the full moon Honky tonkin' at the bar with the crew [Chorus] In my neck of the woods We gonna get a little tipsy Sippin' on whiskey In my neck of the woods Kickin' mud for fun Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun In the woods Work our fingers to the bone By the dirt road code Take it back to my neck of the woods From a boy to a man I know these old backroads for sure In my neck of the woods [Verse 3: Tommy Chayne] Come from a place where we grow our own smoke Tommy Chayne, yeah, linked up with Big Smo King of the pines on this old dirt road Swervin' through lines, call me George Jones Blue-blue collar baller work our hands to the bone Yeah, city ain't much but I'm callin' it home Friday night lights (What), bar room fights (Yeah) Grew up hard, but we grew up right Grandma's cookin' and grandpa's pipe Learned about love from that ol' moonlight Don't touch my dog and you can't take my gun Tearin' up mud for fun [Chorus] In my neck of the woods We gonna get a little tipsy Sippin' on whiskey In my neck of the woods Kickin' mud for fun Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun In the woods Work our fingers to the bone By the dirt road code Take it back to my neck of the woods From a boy to a man I know these old backroads for sure In my neck of the woods