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Outback (Extended Remix) [feat. Durwood Black, Redneck Souljers, Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, The Lacs, D. Thrash, Moccasin Creek & Lenny Cooper]
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moonshine Bandits
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lenny Cooper
Composer
Brian King
Composer
Christopher Walls
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Composer
David Jones
Composer
Derek Stephens
Composer
Dusty Dahlgren
Composer
Derek Thrasher
Composer
Jeff McCool
Composer
Ty Weathers
Composer
Warren Mathis
Composer
Wesley Alonso
Composer
Brett Brooks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Hoegemeyer
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 2]
Fatt Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back
We out behind the Exit Inn, drinkin' beer with The Lacs
We up in Nashville, you 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 wanna kick it with the women
Blow a little smoke and if they like it, then I'm winnin'
Tiller Gang up in this tha-a-ang, if they want it, come and get it
'Cause we out here makin' friends
We still livin' independent
[Verse 3]
Like the declaration that we live by
It's a celebration, let the flag fly
Bring your kids, even your mama and them
I'll be rubbin' the ribs, throw 'em in the smoker, we swim
Floatin' the river with friends
At it again, somebody give me the Jim
Cali and Tennessee gettin' it in
Drinkin', eatin', yellin' till 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 out back
[Verse 4]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 5]
Bubba K's back, in here to be exact
Got a Betty with some back
Actin' bad as she can act
And we throwin' back a few
But I ain't really keepin' 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? Nah
And just as we was headed back to the house
Back walkin' in, yup, there comes here spouse, I'm out
[Verse 6]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 7]
Outback where forrest is thick
There's a circle in the middle of a field where a bonfire's lit
Cupful 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, on a midnight ride
Take her back to the country for a real good time
[Verse 8]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 9]
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 label me a catfish
Worldwide, better grab you an atlas
Bonfire lit like Willy, let's smoke
Rack full of ribs and a smoker full of oak
Blackberry brandy, outback in the duck blind
Black Lab runnin', got huntin' in his bloodline
Came from out back but I'm back in the lead
Back like a rack full of fat double-Ds
Back wit ha 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 10]
I sent Tex a text, 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 you 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 A-Town, landed out in 'Sac
The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black
That Detroit diesel was roarin' like a Mac
Had a chrome around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque
I climbed on up, sat down to relax
But I heard a lotta ruckus, it was comin' from the back
[Verse 11]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 12]
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
Get loose like they do it up in Cali
Ol' 'shine so smooth, like you're 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' in my head
[Verse 13]
See, I'm back in the Mac, I'm in the back with The Lacs
Get on these backs to the Sacs
Know how them hagglers act
See, I'm partyin' to death, with Bacardi on my breath
I'm thinkin' naughty to myself about the shawty on my left
Yeah, we still outback, it's the country outcasts
Thinkin' you can out-rap? Yeah, bitch, I doubt that
Meet us all outback, and we'll whoop that loud ass
'Cause we're bringin' country back quicker than a snap-back
[Verse 14]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 15]
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 a taste-test? Then get in line
Yeah, we keep the grill fired up
And I keep a camouflage mud jug
Some folks wanna hate on us
But we can take it outback if you want some
Backroad 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
[Verse 16]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 17]
Brahma Bull, here he is, and he's buggin' on the track
We ain't talkin' thick steaks when we're talkin' outback
Nah, we're talkin' clotheslines and some beat-up cars
Yeah, we're talkin' tall pines in a knee-high yard
Yeah, we're talkin' all them thangs you can find outback
Grand Mammy's old swing and a 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-Hubbs started 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 outback
[Verse 18]
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 the player, player hate the game
Outback 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 it 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
[Verse 19]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar, servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Written by: Brett Brooks, Brian King, Christopher Walls, Clay Sharpe, David Jones, Derek Stephens, Derek Thrasher, Dusty Dahlgren, Jeff McCool, Lenny Cooper, Robert Sharpe, Ty Weathers, Warren Mathis, Wesley Alonso
