Family Tree

We might pull out our shotgun

Shotgun a cold one

Bust some clay and let 'em lay there scattered in pieces

We might jump on our tractor

Disappear in a pasture

Break some red ground and break some bread now and end with Jesus

Yeah, that's the way we are

And our way of life dies hard

We're a little backward for this wayward world

We march to the beat of some old school Merle

Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea

We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon

We'll survive without no silver spoon

Give us ammo, camo, and a Zebco 33

There's a long line of deer stands in our family tree

We were raised from the cradle

Putting food on the table

Our blue collar dollars keep the wolves off the front door

If our dreams don't pan out

We won't be looking for a handout

Unless it's from the hand at the end of the long arm of the Lord

We're a little backward for this wayward world

We march to the beat of some old school Merle

Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea

We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon

We'll survive without no silver spoon

Give us ammo, camo, a Zebco 33

'Cause there's a long line of deer stands in our family tree

A Wall Street crash don't affect the cash in our coffee can

Yeah, and if the world stops, we got some backstrap and crappie for our frying pan

And when it all hits the fan

Nah, you can't judge us, man

We're a little backward for this wayward world

We march to the beat of some old school Merle

Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea

We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon

We'll survive without no silver spoon

Give us ammo, camo, and a Zebco 33

There's a whole lot of deer stands in our family tree

We got a whole lot of deer stands in our family tree