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Charlie Farley - Backroads life (feat. the lacs) lyrics

[Intro: the lacs]
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: Charlie Farley]
Sun setting 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 mam
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 a back road life

[Verse 1: the lacs]
I'm a cossa tie river run up and float and it going
Under that bridge since I was old enough to hold a paddle
Passing cattle I peddle faster cause it's getting late
I'm a master at holding three point two ounces throwing bass
That's right, I chugalug, I chug a Budd on my lake
I keep a in case a game warden shows his face
That's 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, rappers, and fighters
But trust 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 still southern boys
Playing in God's land and proud to be a part of God's plan

[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
Sun setting 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 mam
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 a back road life

[Verse 2: Charlie Farley]
The simple man who raised up on days that passed on
So when I'm riding probably vibeing to a Cash song
Makes me think about big daddy
Creeping in his Jon boat
Mixing up a Crown and Coke
Sitting up in the honey hole
See 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 damn night
Just another story of a back road life

[Verse 3: 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 that country raised us
Same boys that came on up
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Seen a lot of things since kicking up mud
See I appreciate all the love
My country veins pump country blood
Gave y'all something so y'all can ride
In the country boys paradise
One-ninety proof, I let it shine
Doing this 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: Charlie Farley]
Sun setting 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 mam
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 a back road life

[Verse 4: the lacs]
Noodlin' catfish and muddling
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 pick deer
A.K.A. Buck round here
Racks on the front of our trucks
Got their balls 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 pulling some more in
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: Charlie Farley]
Sun setting 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 mam
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 a back road life

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