The Lacs - Out Here lyrics

[Intro: Clay "Uncle Snap" Sharpe] Yeah, better know where you at, out here [Verse 1: Clay "Uncle Snap" Sharpe] Just a roughneck, country bumpkin What y'all think? Keep it coming Close knit, we take care of her own We'll be here when y'all long gone Pine trees, the black ground Them country folks don't back down Betta learn how to act round Or get your a** straight slapped down My daddy taught me how to hold a gun Lead and shoot, hit em' the run Plow and planting, live off the land Hunting, fishing, and how to be a man We don't need no grocery store Just go to the field and get some more We tried to tell them city folks But they won't ever really know Got an old knife and an old truck Bunch of old guns and some old stuff I was taught to live them old ways We've been doing this since them old days We don't need no big mansion Just a mud hole and river landing Crank it up, grow with us We'll show y'all how the country does [Chorus: Brian "Rooster" King] Out here, shotguns and buck knives Disappear, in the woods by sunrise And out here, it's all built with your hands You gotta live it to understand, that's how we do it Way out here where the law don't be patrollin' You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it Buddy, way out here it's slow and easy livin' Got a buzz on chillin (chillin) That's how we do it out here (way out here) [x4] [Verse 2: Brian "Rooster" King] Southern talk, southern raised I'll be damn, I ever change Hit that jar, pa** it around Kick back, pa gonna gonna tell em' Bout' them dirt roads that dead end Them rednecks get loose And my four wheel drives my best friend That Bentley ain't gon' do So I creep on, to that creek bank Bout' drunk as hell, can't see straight That John boat witta' 25, pay me no mind, ease by No street lights flashing on No service on my cell phone That shine got a little bit of bite But it goes down right, call it that home grown Boys how you like that shotgun Ain't got the aim when I pop one That buck up in the back of that truck Them boys like damn, he got one I shoot it, skin it, clean it, drop it in my pot to fry If the rack is big enough, I hang it on my wall to shine Ain't no lie, can't do that Grand daddy find out, whip that a** Redneck laws we grew up on Take them back roads, can't go wrong Buddy, my bloodline and my last name Make sh** change about me See y'all high cla** and I'm white trash And that's all I'm ever go be [Chorus: Brian "Rooster" King] Out here, shotguns and buck knives Disappear, in the woods by sunrise And out here, it's all built with your hands You gotta live it to understand, that's how we do it Way out here where the law don't be patrollin' You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it Buddy, way out here it's slow and easy livin' Got a buzz on chillin (chillin) That's how we do it out here (way out here) [x4] [Bridge: Clay "Uncle Snap" Sharpe] (Out here) Where we come from (Out here) We like to shoot our guns (Out here) We take care of our own (Out here) That's where we call home I said out here, where we come from Out here, we like to shoot our guns I said out here, we take care of our own Out here, that's where we call home [Chorus: Brian "Rooster" King] Out here, shotguns and buck knives Disappear, in the woods by sunrise And out here, it's all built with your hands You gotta live it to understand, that's how we do it Way out here where the law don't be patrollin' You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it Buddy, way out here it's slow and easy livin' Got a buzz on chillin (chillin) That's how we do it out here (way out here) [x4]