[Refrain]
On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees in the land of the lost
[Pre-Chorus]
I've been drinkin' on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fuckin' with me I ain't ever comin' down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass but I ain't dealin' with you clowns
[Chorus]
Bless 'em all
Land of the lost
God bless 'em all
Land of the lost
[Verse 2]
I was raised in the country (Country)
And I paid all my dues (All my dues)
I was made in the country (Country)
And I won't change just for you (Just for you)
The place I call my home is deep out in the woods
If you don't belong you better keep up out these woods
I like my trucks loud and my cars real fast, and I
Love the sound of a shotgun blast
Come around actin' all big and bad then
Mister postman, it's gonna be your ass
Now I pray to the Lord above
Trouble stays the hell away from us
But just in case one day it comes
I'm not afraid, I got 'em loaded up
It's in my blood, it's in my roots
I keep it real down to my boots
And they hate to see me winnin'
'Cause they say I'm born to lose
Might be true but I ain't losin'
I ain't makin' no excuses
In the land of the lost you gotta keep it movin'
On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees in the land of the lost
[Pre-Chorus]
I've been drinkin' on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fuckin' with me I ain't ever comin' down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass but I ain't dealin' with you clowns
[Chorus]
Bless 'em all
Land of the lost
God bless 'em all
Land of the lost
[Verse 2]
I was raised in the country (Country)
And I paid all my dues (All my dues)
I was made in the country (Country)
And I won't change just for you (Just for you)
The place I call my home is deep out in the woods
If you don't belong you better keep up out these woods
I like my trucks loud and my cars real fast, and I
Love the sound of a shotgun blast
Come around actin' all big and bad then
Mister postman, it's gonna be your ass
Now I pray to the Lord above
Trouble stays the hell away from us
But just in case one day it comes
I'm not afraid, I got 'em loaded up
It's in my blood, it's in my roots
I keep it real down to my boots
And they hate to see me winnin'
'Cause they say I'm born to lose
Might be true but I ain't losin'
I ain't makin' no excuses
In the land of the lost you gotta keep it movin'
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