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letra de backroads life (feat. the lacs) - charlie farley

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[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
that’s that co, yeah country

[chorus: brian (the lacs]
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

[verse 1: 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
p-ssing cattle while paddlin’ faster cause it’s getting late
i’m a master at holding three point two ounces throwing 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
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: brian (the lacs)]
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

[verse 2: brian (the lacs)]
a simple man raised up on days that p-ssed on
so when i’m riding probably vibin’ to a cash song
makes me think about grand daddy
creeping in his jon boat
mixing up a crown and c-ke
sitting 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
throw some wood in the pile and party all d-mn night
just another story of my backroads life

[verse 3: clay (the lacs)]
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 kicking 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 doing this here since ninety-nine
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

[chorus: brian (the lacs)]
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

[verse 4: charlie farley]
noodlin’ catfish and muddling
yes sir i am that southern
we make deals
without paperwork
out in the hills
fresh k!lled 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 b-lls on the stick shift
packing our lips up with snuff
give it up for that red seal
ain’t nothing quite like fishing in the evening
when the sun is glistening
on the water setting, falling, falling
behind the tree line
or running trout lines in the morning
with papaw hoping 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 ya’ll
cause this is paradise

[chorus: brian (the lacs)]
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

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