Cut 'Em All (feat. Willie Robertson)

You boys ready to get in them woods? That's right We cut 'em all, Jack Yeah, we tote them shotguns We cut 'em all, Jack Country boys don't ever run We cut 'em all, Jack Yeah, if it flies, it dies We cut 'em all, Jack Country's how we live our lives They call me Colt Ford A redneck boy from down in the South I thank the good Lord For giving me a chance, so I run my mouth I represent country folks Hunt deer, hunt ducks, drive trucks and live it Every day we work and pray Need some help a redneck will give it I rock that camo fashion The good old boys I was on the move We got the world asking Why it is that we do what we do? We love the outdoors God, family, faith, and friends This here's redneck approved It'll stay that way until the very end We cut 'em all, Jack Yeah, we tote them shotguns We cut 'em all, Jack Country boys don't ever run We cut 'em all, Jack Yeah, if it flies, it dies We cut 'em all, Jack Country's how we live our lives They call me Boss Hog Yeah, I do it duck style You keep your yuppie cars Son, I do it truck style Ain't scared of getting dirty Love to get a little mud on it Stay close with God and guns Yeah, that's just the way we want it It's just a family thing That's how we get it did If you don't know You better ask somebody This is how country lives Like bustin' them pintails, wood ducks, them mallards, too Redheads, canvas backs, and teals We're the Duck Commander, y'all know the deal We cut 'em all Jack Yeah, we tote them shotguns We cut 'em all, Jack Country boys don't ever run We cut 'em all, Jack Yeah, if it flies, it dies We cut 'em all, Jack Country's how we live our lives Boom, boom Yeah, we tote them shot guns Boom, boom, boom Country boys don't ever run Boom, boom Yeah, if it flies, it dies Boom We cut 'em all Jack Country's how we live our lives