Backwood Tobacco

That's the round of backwood tobacco When the sun goes down on the little town They roll the sidewalks up Make it hard to find a good time Oh, but that never does stop us 'Cause, when it comes to cuttin' loose We know how to hold our own Buy our beer and gas at the Texaco But the smoke is all home grown We put our trucks in the mud Trust in the Lord Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts Sang a little Hank Pour Jack in our Coke And pass around the backwood tobacco Work all week and make ends meet Sometimes we barely do Wish Uncle Sam would give a damn 'Bout folks like me and you When it comes to kickin' back Hell it shouldn't be a crime If we don't wanna slow our role Hey Lord we're runnin' wild We put our trucks in the mud Trust in the Lord Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts Sang a little Hank Pour Jack in our Coke And pass around the backwood tobacco Me and my baby on a Friday night Sittin' on a tailgate, country fight It's the kind of life that I like to live Me and my baby on a Friday night Sittin' on a tailgate, country fight It's the kind of life that I like to live We put our trucks in the mud Trust in the Lord Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts Sang a little Hank Pour Jack in our Coke Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts Put our trucks in the mud Pour Jack in our Coke And pass around the backwood tobacco And pass around the backwood tobacco Pour Jack in our Coke And pass around the backwood tobacco