Danny Boone, Cap Bailey - In The Boonies lyrics
[Danny Boone, Cap Bailey - In The Boonies lyrics]
Yeah
Uh
Chillin' in the backwoods kickin'
Up my boots
With a pistol I can shoot
And a Winchester too
(yup)
Call a couple girls we can
Shoot and get loose
Maybe hop up in the truck crank
It up here's the rules
(yeah)
Every time you see a critter
Walk across the street
Hit the roof yell shoot if you
Miss it than you drink
(drink)
One shot two shots two shots three
Could it be that the weed got
Me floatin' like a leaf
(like a leaf)
Rebel yell can I get a yee yee
Plant the seed to the land
Bail the hay country
Backwoods raised from my days as a young buck
I been on the grind out
Here it ain't no luck
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
All of my friends are sinners
I don't know any saints
Lot of my homies when they smile they
Look like fill in the blanks
We eatin' cornbread collard greens
Fish and grit's
Driveway made of gravel mailbox ain't brick
And we can tell if you're tryna be slick
So don't try just hope we more
Golden rule than we are
Eye for an eye and I'm a Levi guy
Not the chew but the jeans
Down at Warren Roberts Georgia
Boy had a dream
To keep the bar on smash and
Keep the porch on tilt
A 55 gallon drum with
The steaks gettin' grilled
A rusty Chevy on blocks a
Rototiller in the weeds
Daddy breakin' his back so mama
Gets what she needs
We quick to jack up a jeep
And put that thing on stilts
It's all good in the woods
Yeah we're country for real
We an Los Angeles or NYC
We in the middle of a field
Drinkin' whiskey in the breeze
Now
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Yeah man, the boonies dog
Way out in the middle of nowhere your phone
Ain't gon' get no reception out here dog
Wh-a-t you're breakin' up
This is for the likes of
Us livin' off the radar
Way off the beaten path work hard play hard
Straight from the sticks a
Bunch of backwoods bravehearts
Livin' how we're livin' 'til they
Put us in the graveyard
This is for the likes of
Us livin' off the radar
Way off the beaten path work hard play hard
Straight from the sticks a
Bunch of backwoods bravehearts
Livin' how we're livin' 'til they
Put us in the graveyard
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
This is for the likes of
Us livin' off the radar
(radar radar)
Straight from the sticks a
Bunch of backwoods bravehearts
(bravehearts)
Livin' how we're livin' 'til they
Put us in the graveyard
(graveyard)
Uh
Chillin' in the backwoods kickin'
Up my boots
With a pistol I can shoot
And a Winchester too
(yup)
Call a couple girls we can
Shoot and get loose
Maybe hop up in the truck crank
It up here's the rules
(yeah)
Every time you see a critter
Walk across the street
Hit the roof yell shoot if you
Miss it than you drink
(drink)
One shot two shots two shots three
Could it be that the weed got
Me floatin' like a leaf
(like a leaf)
Rebel yell can I get a yee yee
Plant the seed to the land
Bail the hay country
Backwoods raised from my days as a young buck
I been on the grind out
Here it ain't no luck
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
All of my friends are sinners
I don't know any saints
Lot of my homies when they smile they
Look like fill in the blanks
We eatin' cornbread collard greens
Fish and grit's
Driveway made of gravel mailbox ain't brick
And we can tell if you're tryna be slick
So don't try just hope we more
Golden rule than we are
Eye for an eye and I'm a Levi guy
Not the chew but the jeans
Down at Warren Roberts Georgia
Boy had a dream
To keep the bar on smash and
Keep the porch on tilt
A 55 gallon drum with
The steaks gettin' grilled
A rusty Chevy on blocks a
Rototiller in the weeds
Daddy breakin' his back so mama
Gets what she needs
We quick to jack up a jeep
And put that thing on stilts
It's all good in the woods
Yeah we're country for real
We an Los Angeles or NYC
We in the middle of a field
Drinkin' whiskey in the breeze
Now
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Yeah man, the boonies dog
Way out in the middle of nowhere your phone
Ain't gon' get no reception out here dog
Wh-a-t you're breakin' up
This is for the likes of
Us livin' off the radar
Way off the beaten path work hard play hard
Straight from the sticks a
Bunch of backwoods bravehearts
Livin' how we're livin' 'til they
Put us in the graveyard
This is for the likes of
Us livin' off the radar
Way off the beaten path work hard play hard
Straight from the sticks a
Bunch of backwoods bravehearts
Livin' how we're livin' 'til they
Put us in the graveyard
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
Point that Winchester to the
Sky and boom boom
It's great to be alive in the
USA way out in the boonies
Howlin' at the moon way out in the boonies
This is for the likes of
Us livin' off the radar
(radar radar)
Straight from the sticks a
Bunch of backwoods bravehearts
(bravehearts)
Livin' how we're livin' 'til they
Put us in the graveyard
(graveyard)