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Backroads Life (feat. The Lacs)

Charlie Farley

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Charlie Farley

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Charlie Farley

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Brian King

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Clay Sharpe

Composer

Jared Sciullo

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Jonathan Lawhorn

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Justin Spillner

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Me personally, I don't know a lot about these city streets

But I do know a little bit about where I come from

And that's that C-O, yeah, you know country

[Verse 2]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots

Mud tires on the road

And we all talk a lot

Yes sir, no ma'am

Seal the deal with a handshake

And living off the land

Party on the tailgate

Drinking ice cold beer

Plowing all day

Hard work is in my soul

And we all pray at night that we will get by

Just another story of my backroads life

[Verse 3]

I'm a Cossatot river run up and float and it

Going under that bridge

Since I was old enough to what, hold a paddle

Passing cattle while paddling faster, 'cause it's getting late

I'm a master at holding three point two ounces, throwing baits

[Verse 4]

That's right, I chug-a-lug

By chugging my Bud on the lake

I keep a bubba Joe close in case the game warden

Shows his face

That is if there ain't an exit

'Cause if I can, I will escape

And skate away to place where I'm straight and safe

[Verse 5]

We're lovers rather than fighters

But trust me, you don't want to try us

We'll fight you but afterwards buy you a what?

A round of your choice

We talk in low tone of voice

That's right, them still southern boys

Playing in God's land and glad to be part of god's plan

[Verse 6]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots

Mud tires on the road

And we all talk a lot

Yes sir, no ma'am

Seal the deal with a handshake

And living off the land

Party on the tailgate

Drinking ice cold beer

Plowing all day

Hard work is in my soul

And we all pray at night that we will get by

Just another story of my backroads life

[Verse 7]

The simple man who raised up on days that passed on

So when I ride I'm probably vibin' to a Cash song

Makes me thinking about granddaddy creeping in his john boat

Mixing up a crown and coke

Sitting up in that haunted hole

See, now I know the river like the back of my hand

And every year my family goes to park some

Boats in the sand

And throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night

Just another story of my backroads life

[Verse 8]

I'm just a backroads '80's baby

Made in the country like grits and gravy

Some of y'all still call me crazy

Thank God that country raised us

Say them boys that came on us

Seen a lotta things since kicking up mud

I appreciate all the love

My country veins pump country blood

[Verse 9]

Gave y'all something so y'all can ride

It's been a country boy's paradise

One ninety proof, now let it shine

Been doing this since it's '99

Them city folks, they don't understand it

Chilling in my country mansion

Double wide trailer on some land

I've been knocked down but I'm still standing

[Verse 10]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots

Mud tires on the road

And we all talk a lot

Yes sir, no ma'am

Seal the deal with a handshake

And living off the land

Party on the tailgate

Drinking ice cold beer

Plowing all day

Hard work is in my soul

And we all pray at night that we will get by

Just another story of my backroads life

[Verse 11]

Noodlin', catfish, and mudding

Yes sir, I am that southern

We make deals without paperwork out in the hills

Fresh killed meat on the grill

Ten fingers deep in the ribs of an old ten point deer

AKA buck round here

Racks on the front of our trucks

Got the balls on the stick shift

Packing our lips up with snuff

Give it up for that red seal

[Verse 12]

Ain't nothing quite like fishing in the evening

When the sun is glistening

On the water, sitting, falling, falling behind the tree line

We'll run and drop lines in the morning

With papaw, hoping to pull us some more

Of them flatheads

'Cause we wanna have a fish fry

That's the life, that's the why, what, where, how

I love this place

Give it up, y'all, cause this is paradise

[Verse 13]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots

Mud tires on the road

And we all talk a lot

Yes sir, no ma'am

Seal the deal with a handshake

And living off the land

Party on the tailgate

Drinking ice cold beer

Plowing all day

Hard work is in my soul

And we all pray at night that we will get by

Just another story of my backroads life

Written by: Bobby Thompson, Brian King, Charlie Farley, Clay Sharpe, Jared Sciullo, Jonathan Lawhorn, Justin Spillner

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