Backyard Lullaby (Mud In the Club 2 Remix)

[Verse 1]
I'm not trying to complain, I’m so thankful for what I got
I work my fingers to the bone, but these bills, they never stop
No matter how much overtime I get, it ain't quite enough
The mortgage gets late, something breaks, and that's when the times get tough
And bad things come in threes, but I wish that wasn’t true
'Cause I don't think I can take another after this one and two
There's still a roof over our head and plenty of food to eat
Clean clothes for both of the kids, socks and shoes on their feet
And they got no idea, I'll never let 'em see me sweat
I'll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets
And if my stress gets too high then I'll take a step outside
Embrace the sounds the nature makes my backyard lullaby

[Chorus]
Listen to the crickets sing
The rattle of a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin’ in my lawn chair, sending up a little prayer
I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby

[Verse 2]
What you know about that country life?
Real country, kill a swine usin’ nothin' but a knife
Back porch-sittin’, sippin' strong up out your cup
Take a dip of Southern snuff, spit it out, you'll feel that buzz
Yeah, some people don't know what it takes to be a real dude
I wear these boots under my feet because I have to
Trekkin’ through the muddy swamp, my baby's got a dump
She keep them Daisies cut short, then when she takes 'em off
You ever made a run through town holdin' 'bout eighty Masons?
You ever seen a still that run outside of central nation?
Y'all watchin' television, we really do the shit
Come out, I'll prove it to ya, now, go on, listen in

[Chorus]
Listen to the crickets sing
The rattle of a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin' in my lawn chair, sending up a little prayer
I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby

[Verse 3]
Like every other working man, I go through trying times
When responsibilities weigh heavy on my mind
And I just need to get away and take a walk outside
I don't need no flashlight, I got stars and moonshine
Then the breeze starts whistling, the whip-poor-wills start singin'
I love listening to forget the way that I'm feeling
The sounds I hear at night I don't notice in the day
All the dog's barking loud like they got something to say
Engines in the diesel trucks are roaring down the highway
I feel the bass beating in speakers a mile away
If my tension starts to rise, I gotta be outside
That's the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby

[Chorus]
Listen to the crickets sing
The rattle of a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin' in my lawn chair, sending up a little prayer
I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby

Listen to the crickets sing
The rattle of a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin' in my lawn chair, sending up a little prayer
I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby