Boys In the Woods (feat. Demun Jones)

Mocassin Creek (Mocassin Creek) Haha (haha) Demun Jones (Demun Jones) It's the boys in the woods, hah Mr. Goodtime (Goodtime) hah, yeah Woke up early mornin', cotton mouth like a mocassin Late night ride was runnin' from the cops again '87 heavy Chevy loaded with the lift kit Ridin' nine mile with ma dogs, don't get bit Brahma Bull, Demon Jones and some moonshine Waitin' for a bonehead to walk that ol' tree line And if he don't show, we're headed to the waterin' hole Catch some bluegills from a homemade fishin' pole Take 'em to the camp, fish fry with some dirt necks Drinkin' Hot Damn liquor drinks 'til we get wrecked Pullin' up in an ol' Trans Am Corey Dammern in the house, caught some fish at the dam We got a cooler full of bluegills, it just got real Two o'clock in the mornin', hot grease in the grill Them boys in the woods run river water deep And you can catch us chillin' at the Mocassin Creek (come on) The boys in the woods run mighty deep All the way from Jones County to the Mocassin Creek You can talk that trash and you can act all hard But I promise you won't ever trespass in the yard I got two blue pits, we got plenty of guns Deep off in the sticks, we got plenty of fun But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish Because them boys in the woods don't take no lip (come on) Carhartt straw hat, RedHead boot Ready to stomp through the woods, aim and shoot But I woke up at six, too late to hunt coons Had to settle for a deer, I skinned it with a spoon See, I learned how to swim in a creek when I was seven Full of water mocassins on Highway 11 We played front yard football, no pads on at all If a bone ain't stickin' out, get back up when you fall Hail Mary every play 'til the sun went down Barefoot kickoff, return, touchdown JC grade GA is where I stay Bring your manners when you come around, we don't play Because the boys in the woods are always armed When I put on that blaze, you better ring the alarm Your buddies ain't comin' out where we raise hell I'm wearin' nine kinds of camo, I can't see myself The boys in the woods ride mighty deep All the way from Jones County to the Mocassin Creek You can talk that trash and you can act all hard But I promise you won't ever trespass in the yard I got two blue pits, we got plenty of guns Deep off in the sticks, we got plenty of fun But if you wanna get rowdy, we can grant your wish Because them boys in the woods don't take no lip (come on) Breaker, breaker one nine, shotgun ridin' Front porch sippin', rebel flag stays flyin' Coondogs with beer bellies, Hank lll blastin' Woke up in the mornin', gonna need a few aspirin Runnin' with these boys 'round here, it's a lifestyle Field dressin' in the moonlight, buck knife style Quick clack glass packs, chewin' on some backstrap But when it's nite-nite time, camouflage knapsack Blazed on the dogs when we drop that tailgate Raised on them hogs, cornbread and a hot plate Whiskey made of corn, grape jelly from the backyard Fresh scent, now that Beagle's runnin' like a track star I'm on Yelvington, we let them little does cross T-Wood said hold up, here comes the big hoss Granddaddy big buck, you know that shot's good Ma mama must've been a tree, I was born in the woods, haha