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Listen to Hog Heaven by Charlie Farley
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Farley
Charlie Farley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Farley
Charlie Farley
Composer
Brian King
Brian King
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Clay Sharpe
Composer
Jared Sciullo
Jared Sciullo
Composer
Jonathan Lawhorn
Jonathan Lawhorn
Composer
Justin Spillner
Justin Spillner
Composer

Lyrics

Me personally I don't know a whole lot about these city streets But I do know a little bit about where I come from And that's that CO, yeah, you know country Sunset in the background never gets old Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer Plowin' all day, hard work is in my soul And we all pray at night that we will get by Just another story of my backroads life I'm a Cossatot river runner been floatin' it goin' Under Lad bridge since I was old enough to what? Hold a paddle Passin' cattle while paddlin' faster 'cause it's getting late I'm a master at holdin' three point two ounces throwin' baits That's right, I chugalug, while chuggin' my bug on the lake I keep a bubba jug close in case the game warden shows his face That is if there ain't an exit 'cause if I can, I will escape Skate away to a place where I'm straight and safe We're lovers rather than fighters But trust me you don't want to try us We'll fight you but afterwards buy you a what? A round of your choice We talk in a low tone of voice That's right, that's them southern boys Playin' in God's land and glad to be part of God's plan Sunset in the background never gets old Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer Plowin' all day, hard work is in my soul And we all pray at night that we will get by Just another story of my backroads life A simple man who raised up on days that passed on So when I'm ridin', probably vibin' to a Cash song Makes me think about grand daddy creepin' in his Jon boat Mixin' up a Crown and Coke, sittin' up in that honey hole So now I know the river like the back of my hand And every year, my family goes and parks some boats in the sand Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night Just another story of my backroads life I'm just a backroads '80s baby Made in the country like grits and gravy Some of y'all still call me crazy Thank God the country raised me Say them boys done came on up Seen a lot of things since kickin' up mud I appreciate (yup) all the love My country veins pump country blood Gave y'all something so y'all could ride Been a country boys paradise 1-90 proof, now let it shine Been doin' this here since '99 Them city folks, they don't understand it Chillin' in my country mansion Double wide trailer on some land I've been knocked down, but I'm still standin' Sunset in the background never gets old Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer Plowin' all day, hard work is in my soul And we all pray at night that we will get by Just another story of my backroads life Noodlin' catfish and muddin', yes sir I am that Southern We make deals without paperwork Out in the hills, fresh killed meat on the grill Ten fingers deep in the ribs of an ole ten point deer A.K.A. buck 'round here Racks on the front of our trucks, got the balls on the stick shift Packin' our lips up with snuff, give it up for that Red Seal (yeah) Ain't nothing quite like fishing in the evenin' When the sun is glistenin' on the water settin', fallin', fallin' Behind the tree line or runnin' trout lines in the mornin' With papaw hopin' to pull in some more Of them flat heads 'cause we wanna have a fish fry That's the life, that's the why, what, where, how, I love this place Give it up y'all 'cause this is paradise Sunset in the background never gets old Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am Seal the deal with a handshake and livin' off the land Party on the tailgate, drinkin' ice cold beer Plowin' all day, hard work is in my soul And we all pray at night that we will get by Just another story of my backroads life
Writer(s): Brian King, Clay Sharpe, Jared Ryan Sciullo, Justin N. Spillner, Charlie Farley, Bobby Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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