Sound of the Woods (feat. Charlie Farley)

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 them boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild

Hear the brush fire pop and them engines get loud

That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods

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 yea long

Right now, my music hotter than market

212 frequency shakin' the cockpit

I batter up and knock it straight out the park

My fists hit so hard, my arms are supercharged

You think I fell off, hell nah

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

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 them boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild

Hear the brush fire pop and them engines get loud

That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods

Well, it's a profound sound found only 'round these parts

'Round 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 likes 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 of my writin' sessions is so good

There ain't no question, this is the sound of the woods

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 them boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild

Hear the brush fire pop and them engines get loud

That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods