Backwoods Upchurch

[Intro]
Let the band play
(Oh yeah) Backwoods

[Verse 1]
From the oak trees, to the hay field, to the bonfire on a Friday (Yeah)
I grew up in these backwoods with a few crackers behind me (Ah yeah)
Some back stabbed me, some stayed real, some lived past them pearly gates
Some hate me, some love me, some call me the redneck Kevin Gates
And I don't care what these critics say (Fuck), I'ma do shit how I want it (Ah yeah, ah yeah)
I've been to Music Row and all them bitches wanna own me (To hell with that, to hell with that)
Just sign your life away to make a couple, I'ma pass on that (Nah)
And keep on rockin' in this square body, ass tilted back
'Cause you can't tell me shit (Hell nah, hell nah) no these boys can't tell me nothin'
'Cause I'm out here from the rut while these other one just bluffin' (What's up, what's up?)
Ryan Stone looking ass, Luke Bryan lookalike
I'm hangin' out with crazy honkey's who ride flat black motorbikes (What's up?)

[Chorus]
Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods), and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods), in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods), got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods), and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods), and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods), in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods), got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods), and I got plenty crazy cracker friends