Cut 'Em All (feat. Willie Robertson)

You boys are ready to get in them woods?

That's right

We cut 'em all, Jack

Yeah, we tote them shotguns

We cut 'em all, Jack

Country boys don't never run

We cut 'em all, Jack

Yeah, if it flies, it dies

We cut 'em all, Jack

Country's how we live our lives

They call me Colt Ford, a redneck boy from down in the South

I thank the Good Lord for givin' me a chance so I run my mouth

I represent country folks, hunt deer, hunt ducks, drive trucks and livin'

Every day, we work and pray

Need some help? A redneck would give it

I rock that camo fashion, good old boys, I was on the move

We got the world askin' why it is that we do what we do

We love the outdoors, God, family, faith and friends

This here's redneck approved, gonna stay that way until the very end

We cut 'em all, Jack

Yeah, we're tote them shotguns

We cut 'em all, Jack

Country boys don't never run

We cut 'em all, Jack

Yeah, if it flies, it dies

We cut 'em all, Jack

Country's how we live our lives

They call me Boss Hog, yeah, I do it duck style

You keep your yuppie cars, son, I do it truck style

Ain't scared of gettin' dirty, love to get a little mud on it

Stay close with God and guns, yeah, that's just the way we want it

It's just a family thing, that's how we get it did

If you don't know, you better ask somebody, this is how country lives

Like bustin' them pintails, wood ducks, and mallards too

Red-haired, canvas pack and tears

We're the Duck Commander, y'all know the deal

We cut 'em all, Jack

Yeah, we tote them shotguns

We cut 'em all, Jack

Country boys don't never run

We cut 'em all, Jack

Yeah, if it flies, it dies

We cut 'em all, Jack

Country's how we live our lives

Yeah, we tote them shotguns

Country boys don't never run

Yeah, if it flies, it dies

We cut 'em all, Jack

Country's how we live our lives