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

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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 Pa**ing cattle I peddle faster cause it's getting late I'm a master at holding three point two ounces throwing ba** 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 pa**ed 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 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 k**ed 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