[Intro: Charlie Farley]

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

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

And that's that CO, yeah you know country

[Verse 1: Demun Jones]

I come straight from the heart of Georgia

Where I was bred born and raised

To be a respectful son and man

And follow hard workin' ways

Of that good southern livin'

That means you get what you earn

Don't you covet your neighbors stuff

You know that jealousy burns

You pay all your bills first

You play when you can afford it

Gotta take care of ya own folks

Nothing else can be more important

Than keepin' bread in the pantry

And some fresh milk in the fridge

Some good dogs in the yard

So they can play with both of my kids

[Chorus: Rooster]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road

And we all talk alike, yes sir and no ma'am

Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land

Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer

Plowin' 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 2: Charlie Farley]

I'm a Cossatot river runner been floatin' it goin' under

Lad bridge since I was old enough to what, hold a paddle

Passin' cattle while paddlin' faster 'cause it's getting late

I'm a master at holdin' three point two ounces throwin' bait

That's right, I chugalug, while chuggin' my bug on the lake

I keep a bubba jug 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 a place where I'm straight and safe

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 a low tone of voice

That's right that's them southern boys

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

[Chorus: Rooster]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road

And we all talk alike, yes sir and no ma'am

Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land

Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer

Plowin' 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: Rooster]

A simple man raised up on days that passed on

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

Makes me think about granddaddy creepin' in his John boat

Mixin' up a Crown and Coke, sittin' up in that honey hole

So now I know the river like the back of my hand

And every year my family goes and parks 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 4: Uncle Snap]

I'm just a back roads eighties baby

Made in the country like grits and gravy

Some of y'all still call me crazy

Thank God the country raised me

Say them boys done came on up

Seen a lot of things since kickin' up mud

I appreciate all the love

My country veins pump country blood

Gave y'all something so y'all could ride

Been a country boys paradise

One-ninety proof, now let it shine

Been doin' this here since ninety-nine

Them city folks, they don't understand it

Chillin' in my country mansion

Double wide trailer on some land

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

[Chorus: Rooster]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road

And we all talk alike, yes sir and no ma'am

Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land

Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer

Plowin' 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 5: Charlie Farley]

Noodlin' catfish and muddin'

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 ole ten point deer

A.K.A buck round here

Racks on the front of our trucks

Got the balls on the stick shift

Packin' our lips up with snuff

Give it up for that Red Seal

Ain't nothing quite like fishin' in the evenin'

When the sun is glistenin'

On the water settin', fallin', fallin'

Behind the tree line

Or runnin' trout lines in the mornin'

With papaw hopin' to pull in some more

Of them flat heads '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

[Chorus: Rooster]

Sunset in the background never gets old

Got some dirt on my boots

Mud tires on the road

And we all talk alike, 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