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Boys In The Woods Lyrics - Artist : Moccasin Creek
Moccasin Creek (Moccasin Creek)
Haha (Haha, haha) Demun Jones (Demun Jones) It's the boys in the woods (Boys in the woods) Mr. Goodtime (Goodtime) yeah Woke up early mornin' cotton mouth like a moccasin Late night ride was runnin' from the cops again (Yeah) '87 heavy Chevy loaded with the lift kit Ridin' nine miles with my dogs, don't get lit Brahma Bull, Demun Jones and some moonshine Waitin' for a bonehead to walk that old tree line And if he don't show, we're headed to the waterin' hole Catch some bluegills from a homemade fishin' pole Take 'em to the camp, fish fry with some dirt necks Drinkin' Hot Damn liquor drinks 'til we get wrecked Pullin' up in an old Trans Am Corey Dammern in the house caught some fish at the dam Got a cooler full of bluegills that just got reeled Two o'clock in the mornin', hot grease in the grill Them boys in the woods run river water deep (Yeah what) And you can catch us chillin' at the Moccasin Creek (Come on) The boys in the woods ride mighty deep All the way from Jones County to the Moccasin Creek You can talk that trash and you can act all hard But I promise you won't ever trespass in the yard I got two Bluetick's, we got plenty of guns Deep off in the sticks we got plenty of fun But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish Because the boys in the woods don't take no lip Come on Carhartt straw hat, RedHead boot Ready to stomp through the woods, aim and shoot But I woke up at six too late to hunt coons Had to settle for a deer, I skinned it with a spoon See I knew how to swim in a creek when I was seven Full of water moccasins on Highway 11 We played front yard football, no pads on at all If the bone ain't stickin' out, get back up when you fall Hail Mary every play 'til the sun went down Barefoot kickoff, return, touchdown JC grade GA is where I stay Bring your manners when you come around, we don't play Because the boys in the woods are always armed When I put on that blaze you better ring the alarm Your buddies ain't comin' out where we raise hell I'm wearin' nine kinds of camo, I can't see myself The boys in the woods ride mighty deep All the way from Jones County to the Moccasin Creek You can talk that trash and you can act all hard But I promise you won't ever trespass in the yard I got two Bluetick's, we got plenty of guns Deep off in the sticks we got plenty of fun But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish Because the boys in the woods don't take no lip Come on Breaker breaker one nine, shotgun ridin' Front porch sippin' rebel flag stays flyin' Coondogs with beer bellies, Hank III blastin' Woke up in the mornin' gonna need a few aspirin Runnin' with the boys 'round here, it's a lifestyle Field dress 'em in the moonlight, buck knife style Quick cracked glass packs, chewin' on some backstrap And when it's nite-nite time, camouflage knapsack Raised on the dogs when we drop that tailgate Raised on them hogs, cornbread, and a hot plate Whiskey made of corn, grape jelly from the backyard Fresh scent, now them Beagle's runnin' like a track star I'm on Yelvington and we let them little doe's cross T-Wood said hold up, here comes the big hoss Granddaddy big buck, you know that shots good My momma must have been a tree, I was born in the woods, haha |
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