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Yeah!
Banjo crankin’, bassline thumpin’ Backwoods boys got the whole place jumpin’ Turn
it up! Rolled into town in a beat-up truck,
Tailgate down, yeah, we’re outta luck,
Got a cooler in the back
and a fiddle in the cab,
Old muddy boots and a country boy laugh.
Chainsaw loud like a four-barrel blast,
Everybody knows when we’re rollin’ past,
Dust in the air,
moon up high, Somebody holler,
“Hey, let’s ride!”
Get down, get wild,
let the banjo ring,
Backwoods boys gonna do our thing,
Stomp your boots, let the whole ground shake,
Raise that hell till the daylight breaks!
Hey! Hey!
Everybody jump! Hey!
Hey! Let that bassline thump!
From the holler to the highway,
everybody knows— When the backwoods boys show up,
IT’S TIME TO GET DOWN!
Fiddle starts screamin’, banjo starts pickin’,
Somebody’s truck got the headlights flickin’,
Old porch swing got the whole crew rockin’,
Neighbors lookin’ out like,
“What the hell’s happenin’?” Got a little bit country,
little bit rap, Little bit crazy and a whole lotta back,
Ain’t dressed fancy, don’t need no suit,
Just a muddy pair of jeans and some worn-out boots.
One for the country,
two for the South,
Three for the folks with the mud in their mouth,
Four-wheel drive and a tank full of gas,
If you hear that banjo,
better move your ass!
Fiddle on fire, bass down low,
Everybody holler when the beat says GO!
Left foot stompin’, right hand high,
Backwoods party underneath that sky!
Get down, get wild,
let the banjo ring,
Backwoods boys gonna do our thing,
Stomp your boots, let the whole ground shake,
Raise that hell till the daylight breaks!
Hey! Hey!
Everybody jump! Hey! Hey!
Let that bassline thump!
Turn that banjo up
and let that fiddle scream— Backwoods
country-rap livin’
the dream! Banjo pickin’… Bass still knockin’… Boots still stompin’… Ain’t nobody
stoppin’! Yeah! Backwoods get
down!