My Neck Of The Woods

[Intro: SMO]
Yeah you know what time it is
This your boy Hick Ross
I got my man Tommy Chayne on here with me
You know it's an Average Joe thing baby
Welcome to my neck of the woods
Come on

[Verse 1: Smo]
Yeah, it's that country livin', thoroughbred women
Backwood hustlers, cornfed children
We're Ford driven' barbecue grillin'
Mama's fried okra, apple pie sippin'
From them Tennessee fields workin' the crops
To the late night side streets dodgin' the cops
Stackin' twelve hour shifts, just puttin' in work
Pushin' livin' to the limit, disreguard the hurt
Just turn the page let me fill my soul
With some outlaw country and old rock-n-roll
That Hank and Willie, little Merle and Cash
Not that modern day cowboy trash

[Chorus]
In my neck of the woods
We gonna get a little tipsy
Sippin' on whiskey
In my neck of the woods
Kickin' mud for fun
Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun
In the woods
Work our fingers to the bone
By the dirt road code
Take it back to my neck of the woods
From a boy to a man
I know these old backroads for sure
In my neck of the woods

[Verse 2]
We live for that Friday night football, Saturday mud
Sunday school lessons and all week fun (Yeah)
Backyard bonfires, fish on the pond (Get it)
Frog gig jiggin', four wheelin' on the farm (Come on)
Backroad ridin' where the city lights end
Got that grassroots bumpin' at the lake with my kin
True mud camo from head to toe
With them snakeskin boots on that dirt road code
DP in my can, Red Stag in my cup
Swisher full of pine with my truck jacked up
Gals gettin' buck underneath the full moon
Honky tonkin' at the bar with the crew

[Chorus]
In my neck of the woods
We gonna get a little tipsy
Sippin' on whiskey
In my neck of the woods
Kickin' mud for fun
Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun
In the woods
Work our fingers to the bone
By the dirt road code
Take it back to my neck of the woods
From a boy to a man
I know these old backroads for sure
In my neck of the woods

[Verse 3: Tommy Chayne]
Come from a place where we grow our own smoke
Tommy Chayne, yeah, linked up with Big Smo
King of the pines on this old dirt road
Swervin' through lines, call me George Jones
Blue-blue collar baller work our hands to the bone
Yeah, city ain't much but I'm callin' it home
Friday night lights (What), bar room fights (Yeah)
Grew up hard, but we grew up right
Grandma's cookin' and grandpa's pipe
Learned about love from that ol' moonlight
Don't touch my dog and you can't take my gun
Tearin' up mud for fun

[Chorus]
In my neck of the woods
We gonna get a little tipsy
Sippin' on whiskey
In my neck of the woods
Kickin' mud for fun
Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun
In the woods
Work our fingers to the bone
By the dirt road code
Take it back to my neck of the woods
From a boy to a man
I know these old backroads for sure
In my neck of the woods