Outback (Extended Remix) [feat. The Lacs, Redneck Souljers, Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, Durwood Black, D. Thrash, Moccasin Creek & Lenny Cooper]
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Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
Fat Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back
We off behind the XCD and drinkin' beer with the lacs
We up in Nashville, you better tell the haters relax
So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack
But I ain't 'bout that, I just wanna kick it with the women
Blow a little smoke and if they like it they gon' win it
Tiller Gang up in this thang, they want it, come and get it
We out here makin' friends, we still livin' independent
Like the declaration that we live by
It's a celebration, let the flag fly
Bring your kids, even your momma
And then he'll be rubbing the ribs
Tell him to smoke it or swim, float in the river with friends
At it again, somebody give me the gin
Callie and Tennessee gettin' it in
Drinkin' neat in hell until we drinkin' for the sale, man
So we'll be chilling where the cows at
If that's a problem for you, we can take it outback
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
Bubba K's back, in here to be exact
Gotta bet it with some back, goddamn badass she can act
And we know I bag a few but I ain't really keepin' track
Now her man's back and I'll be easin' back
Yessir, he can have her
I was briefly called up in the rap, sure
Now I'm back in a sort of zen mindframe
Funny thing how it happened when the time came
I was in the back drinking with the bandits
And the Georgia boys, just how I planned it
Then she walked in, then she walked back out
Then she walked back in, look at that, wow
I couldn't back down so I stood tall
Tried to play it cool, you think I could? No
And just as we was headed back to the house
Back walking in yeah, there comes the spouse, I'm out
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
Outback where the force is thick
There's a circle in the middle of a field where a bonfire's lit
Cup full of 'shine, Copenhagen on my lip
Now I'm dippin' sideways, probably wake up in a ditch
So crank that music into the night
And crack that beer, and raise it high
Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
Take her back to the country for a real good time
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
Got me steppin' in manure every time I speak shit
Like cash in the photo, with the bird getting flipped
Came from the bottom, so they labelled me a catfish
Worldwide, better grab you an atlas
Bonfire led like, really let's smoke
Rack full of ribs and a smoke-up full of oak
Blackberry brandy outback in the dug
Blind black lab running like a hound in his bloodline
Came from outback but I'm back in the lead
Back like a rack full of fat double E's
Back with a barrell, on a rack let me squeeze
Back on the trigger, hit her right between the knees
Back with the toe strap, I pull 'em real heavy
Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
Dive bar beauty queens, Bubba call 'em Betty's
Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
I said takes what it takes, and better call me back
He said we all country, and I said yeah that's fact
We're nice rebels on the run, time you better pack
We 'bout to hit the road, rock shows, and make a stack
I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click-clack
Grabbed a can of beer, commander thrown it all in the sack
I caught a flight in A-town, landed down the sack
The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black
That Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mac hat
Hung around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque
I climbed on up, sat down to relax
But I heard a lot of ruckus, it was coming from the back
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
Down by the burn pile, hand out, me and my honey
We could run a game of shoe, we could lose a little money
Might talk a little smack after sippin' that Jack
Why don't you Jag that, thrill us on par round back?
Get loose like you do it up in Cali'
Ooh shine so smooth like you cruisin' in the caddy
Then we rode ourselves a fatty with a round of the shed
I had to back up, bonfire, it was bustin' my head
See you're back in the mac, I'm in the back with the lads
Get all these back to the sacks, know how them hagglers act
See I party in the ditch with Bacardi on my breath
Looked like an Audi to myself, about the shawty on my left
Yeah, we still outback, kiss the country, outcast
Thinkin' you can out-rap, yeah, bitch I doubt that
Meat is sold outback, and we whip the loudest
'Cause we're gonna bring your country back, quicker than a snapback
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
D Thrash from the Georgia boys
With Bubba Sparks and the Moonshine Bandits makin' noise
And you can find us outback makin' shine
You wanna taste test? Then get in line
Yeah, we keep the grill fired up
And I keep a camouflaged mud jug
Ay, some folks wanna hate on us
But we can take it outback if you want some
Backrow ride with the hat back
Drink in my lap in a brown paper sack
My cellphone won't get no service
I'm cool but city folks get nervous
'Cause they ain't never been out here
No street lights, and we eat deer
I'm either in the backyard or the backwoods
And I'm livin' good
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
Brought my bull, here he is and he's buggin' on the track
We ain't talkin' thick states when we talkin' outback
Now we're talkin' clothes lines and some beat up cars
Yeah we're talking tall pines in the knee-high yard
Yeah we talkin' all those things you can find outback
Grandmammy's old swing and a shotgun rack
Got the fireplace stayin' good, a bottle of Jack
Bubba K got drunk and made the whip go cray
That darned C. Hubbs started shootin' it up
And the moonshine man that's never given a look
Been thrashed in the back with a truck all jack
Run my bull, we're all country when we kick it outback
I'm all about the beer yeah, I'm all about the whiskey
I'm all about making all these pretty girls get frisky
Don't hate the play, or play and hate the game
Outback in this league, yeah we all are the same
Chasing that dream, wanting that fame
All these new people wanna ride on the train
Ride it on out, take it on over
Outback's where I'll be when it's all over
Outback grillin' it, outback chillin' it
Outback workin' hard for the little bit
Always being me, yeah the mud digger king
What a beautiful queen, my outback is my dream
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
Fat Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back
We off behind the XCD and drinkin' beer with the lacs
We up in Nashville, you better tell the haters relax
So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack
But I ain't 'bout that, I just wanna kick it with the women
Blow a little smoke and if they like it they gon' win it
Tiller Gang up in this thang, they want it, come and get it
We out here makin' friends, we still livin' independent
Like the declaration that we live by
It's a celebration, let the flag fly
Bring your kids, even your momma
And then he'll be rubbing the ribs
Tell him to smoke it or swim, float in the river with friends
At it again, somebody give me the gin
Callie and Tennessee gettin' it in
Drinkin' neat in hell until we drinkin' for the sale, man
So we'll be chilling where the cows at
If that's a problem for you, we can take it outback
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
Bubba K's back, in here to be exact
Gotta bet it with some back, goddamn badass she can act
And we know I bag a few but I ain't really keepin' track
Now her man's back and I'll be easin' back
Yessir, he can have her
I was briefly called up in the rap, sure
Now I'm back in a sort of zen mindframe
Funny thing how it happened when the time came
I was in the back drinking with the bandits
And the Georgia boys, just how I planned it
Then she walked in, then she walked back out
Then she walked back in, look at that, wow
I couldn't back down so I stood tall
Tried to play it cool, you think I could? No
And just as we was headed back to the house
Back walking in yeah, there comes the spouse, I'm out
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
Outback where the force is thick
There's a circle in the middle of a field where a bonfire's lit
Cup full of 'shine, Copenhagen on my lip
Now I'm dippin' sideways, probably wake up in a ditch
So crank that music into the night
And crack that beer, and raise it high
Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
Take her back to the country for a real good time
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
Got me steppin' in manure every time I speak shit
Like cash in the photo, with the bird getting flipped
Came from the bottom, so they labelled me a catfish
Worldwide, better grab you an atlas
Bonfire led like, really let's smoke
Rack full of ribs and a smoke-up full of oak
Blackberry brandy outback in the dug
Blind black lab running like a hound in his bloodline
Came from outback but I'm back in the lead
Back like a rack full of fat double E's
Back with a barrell, on a rack let me squeeze
Back on the trigger, hit her right between the knees
Back with the toe strap, I pull 'em real heavy
Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
Dive bar beauty queens, Bubba call 'em Betty's
Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
I said takes what it takes, and better call me back
He said we all country, and I said yeah that's fact
We're nice rebels on the run, time you better pack
We 'bout to hit the road, rock shows, and make a stack
I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click-clack
Grabbed a can of beer, commander thrown it all in the sack
I caught a flight in A-town, landed down the sack
The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black
That Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mac hat
Hung around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque
I climbed on up, sat down to relax
But I heard a lot of ruckus, it was coming from the back
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
Down by the burn pile, hand out, me and my honey
We could run a game of shoe, we could lose a little money
Might talk a little smack after sippin' that Jack
Why don't you Jag that, thrill us on par round back?
Get loose like you do it up in Cali'
Ooh shine so smooth like you cruisin' in the caddy
Then we rode ourselves a fatty with a round of the shed
I had to back up, bonfire, it was bustin' my head
See you're back in the mac, I'm in the back with the lads
Get all these back to the sacks, know how them hagglers act
See I party in the ditch with Bacardi on my breath
Looked like an Audi to myself, about the shawty on my left
Yeah, we still outback, kiss the country, outcast
Thinkin' you can out-rap, yeah, bitch I doubt that
Meat is sold outback, and we whip the loudest
'Cause we're gonna bring your country back, quicker than a snapback
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
D Thrash from the Georgia boys
With Bubba Sparks and the Moonshine Bandits makin' noise
And you can find us outback makin' shine
You wanna taste test? Then get in line
Yeah, we keep the grill fired up
And I keep a camouflaged mud jug
Ay, some folks wanna hate on us
But we can take it outback if you want some
Backrow ride with the hat back
Drink in my lap in a brown paper sack
My cellphone won't get no service
I'm cool but city folks get nervous
'Cause they ain't never been out here
No street lights, and we eat deer
I'm either in the backyard or the backwoods
And I'm livin' good
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
Brought my bull, here he is and he's buggin' on the track
We ain't talkin' thick states when we talkin' outback
Now we're talkin' clothes lines and some beat up cars
Yeah we're talking tall pines in the knee-high yard
Yeah we talkin' all those things you can find outback
Grandmammy's old swing and a shotgun rack
Got the fireplace stayin' good, a bottle of Jack
Bubba K got drunk and made the whip go cray
That darned C. Hubbs started shootin' it up
And the moonshine man that's never given a look
Been thrashed in the back with a truck all jack
Run my bull, we're all country when we kick it outback
I'm all about the beer yeah, I'm all about the whiskey
I'm all about making all these pretty girls get frisky
Don't hate the play, or play and hate the game
Outback in this league, yeah we all are the same
Chasing that dream, wanting that fame
All these new people wanna ride on the train
Ride it on out, take it on over
Outback's where I'll be when it's all over
Outback grillin' it, outback chillin' it
Outback workin' hard for the little bit
Always being me, yeah the mud digger king
What a beautiful queen, my outback is my dream
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.65] Everything we do, we do it outback
[00:12.24] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[00:14.62] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[00:17.35] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[00:19.71] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[00:22.41] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[00:24.82] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[00:27.02] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[00:30.23] Fat Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back
[00:32.79] We off behind the XCD and drinkin' beer with the lacs
[00:34.99] We up in Nashville, you better tell the haters relax
[00:37.67] So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack
[00:40.25] But I ain't 'bout that, I just wanna kick it with the women
[00:43.20] Blow a little smoke and if they like it they gon' win it
[00:45.33] Tiller Gang up in this thang, they want it, come and get it
[00:48.05] We out here makin' friends, we still livin' independent
[00:50.96] Like the declaration that we live by
[00:53.60] It's a celebration, let the flag fly
[00:55.99] Bring your kids, even your momma
[00:57.61] And then he'll be rubbing the ribs
[00:58.99] Tell him to smoke it or swim, float in the river with friends
[01:00.87] At it again, somebody give me the gin
[01:02.45] Callie and Tennessee gettin' it in
[01:03.89] Drinkin' neat in hell until we drinkin' for the sale, man
[01:06.79] So we'll be chilling where the cows at
[01:08.64] If that's a problem for you, we can take it outback
[01:10.40] Everything we do, we do it outback
[01:12.86] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[01:15.30] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[01:17.98] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[01:20.39] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[01:23.04] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[01:25.40] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[01:27.62] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[01:31.19] Bubba K's back, in here to be exact
[01:33.22] Gotta bet it with some back, goddamn badass she can act
[01:35.73] And we know I bag a few but I ain't really keepin' track
[01:38.60] Now her man's back and I'll be easin' back
[01:42.13] Yessir, he can have her
[01:43.95] I was briefly called up in the rap, sure
[01:46.60] Now I'm back in a sort of zen mindframe
[01:49.03] Funny thing how it happened when the time came
[01:51.62] I was in the back drinking with the bandits
[01:54.26] And the Georgia boys, just how I planned it
[01:56.73] Then she walked in, then she walked back out
[01:59.17] Then she walked back in, look at that, wow
[02:01.50] I couldn't back down so I stood tall
[02:04.09] Tried to play it cool, you think I could? No
[02:06.66] And just as we was headed back to the house
[02:08.89] Back walking in yeah, there comes the spouse, I'm out
[02:10.90] Everything we do, we do it outback
[02:13.55] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[02:15.95] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[02:18.45] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[02:21.14] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[02:23.55] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[02:25.98] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[02:28.35] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[02:31.31] Outback where the force is thick
[02:33.27] There's a circle in the middle of a field where a bonfire's lit
[02:36.73] Cup full of 'shine, Copenhagen on my lip
[02:39.13] Now I'm dippin' sideways, probably wake up in a ditch
[02:41.55] So crank that music into the night
[02:44.26] And crack that beer, and raise it high
[02:46.67] Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
[02:49.19] Take her back to the country for a real good time
[02:51.28] Everything we do, we do it outback
[02:53.92] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[02:56.33] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[02:58.89] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[03:01.49] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[03:03.81] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[03:06.50] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[03:08.76] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[03:11.84] Got me steppin' in manure every time I speak shit
[03:14.57] Like cash in the photo, with the bird getting flipped
[03:17.22] Came from the bottom, so they labelled me a catfish
[03:20.15] Worldwide, better grab you an atlas
[03:22.25] Bonfire led like, really let's smoke
[03:24.68] Rack full of ribs and a smoke-up full of oak
[03:27.38] Blackberry brandy outback in the dug
[03:29.47] Blind black lab running like a hound in his bloodline
[03:32.37] Came from outback but I'm back in the lead
[03:34.77] Back like a rack full of fat double E's
[03:37.42] Back with a barrell, on a rack let me squeeze
[03:39.82] Back on the trigger, hit her right between the knees
[03:42.55] Back with the toe strap, I pull 'em real heavy
[03:45.05] Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
[03:47.49] Dive bar beauty queens, Bubba call 'em Betty's
[03:50.15] Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
[03:51.80] I said takes what it takes, and better call me back
[03:54.43] He said we all country, and I said yeah that's fact
[03:56.98] We're nice rebels on the run, time you better pack
[03:59.33] We 'bout to hit the road, rock shows, and make a stack
[04:02.08] I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click-clack
[04:04.46] Grabbed a can of beer, commander thrown it all in the sack
[04:06.83] I caught a flight in A-town, landed down the sack
[04:09.57] The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black
[04:11.97] That Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mac hat
[04:14.66] Hung around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque
[04:17.17] I climbed on up, sat down to relax
[04:19.47] But I heard a lot of ruckus, it was coming from the back
[04:22.06] Everything we do, we do it outback
[04:24.76] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[04:27.23] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[04:29.99] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[04:32.34] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[04:35.06] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[04:37.44] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[04:39.89] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[04:42.33] Down by the burn pile, hand out, me and my honey
[04:45.32] We could run a game of shoe, we could lose a little money
[04:48.04] Might talk a little smack after sippin' that Jack
[04:50.40] Why don't you Jag that, thrill us on par round back?
[04:53.49] Get loose like you do it up in Cali'
[04:55.58] Ooh shine so smooth like you cruisin' in the caddy
[04:57.92] Then we rode ourselves a fatty with a round of the shed
[05:00.44] I had to back up, bonfire, it was bustin' my head
[05:02.92] See you're back in the mac, I'm in the back with the lads
[05:05.31] Get all these back to the sacks, know how them hagglers act
[05:08.09] See I party in the ditch with Bacardi on my breath
[05:10.42] Looked like an Audi to myself, about the shawty on my left
[05:13.33] Yeah, we still outback, kiss the country, outcast
[05:16.07] Thinkin' you can out-rap, yeah, bitch I doubt that
[05:18.56] Meat is sold outback, and we whip the loudest
[05:20.93] 'Cause we're gonna bring your country back, quicker than a snapback
[05:22.83] Everything we do, we do it outback
[05:25.38] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[05:27.10] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[05:30.31] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[05:33.03] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[05:35.56] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[05:38.26] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[05:40.40] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[05:43.83] D Thrash from the Georgia boys
[05:45.79] With Bubba Sparks and the Moonshine Bandits makin' noise
[05:48.99] And you can find us outback makin' shine
[05:51.17] You wanna taste test? Then get in line
[05:53.63] Yeah, we keep the grill fired up
[05:56.53] And I keep a camouflaged mud jug
[05:58.44] Ay, some folks wanna hate on us
[06:01.17] But we can take it outback if you want some
[06:04.35] Backrow ride with the hat back
[06:06.79] Drink in my lap in a brown paper sack
[06:09.29] My cellphone won't get no service
[06:11.54] I'm cool but city folks get nervous
[06:14.27] 'Cause they ain't never been out here
[06:16.71] No street lights, and we eat deer
[06:19.17] I'm either in the backyard or the backwoods
[06:21.88] And I'm livin' good
[06:23.21] Everything we do, we do it outback
[06:25.97] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[06:28.51] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[06:31.06] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[06:33.45] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[06:36.16] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[06:38.58] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[06:41.08] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[06:44.04] Brought my bull, here he is and he's buggin' on the track
[06:46.57] We ain't talkin' thick states when we talkin' outback
[06:49.08] Now we're talkin' clothes lines and some beat up cars
[06:51.48] Yeah we're talking tall pines in the knee-high yard
[06:54.14] Yeah we talkin' all those things you can find outback
[06:56.63] Grandmammy's old swing and a shotgun rack
[06:59.29] Got the fireplace stayin' good, a bottle of Jack
[07:01.77] Bubba K got drunk and made the whip go cray
[07:04.12] That darned C. Hubbs started shootin' it up
[07:06.88] And the moonshine man that's never given a look
[07:09.23] Been thrashed in the back with a truck all jack
[07:11.66] Run my bull, we're all country when we kick it outback
[07:14.41] I'm all about the beer yeah, I'm all about the whiskey
[07:17.07] I'm all about making all these pretty girls get frisky
[07:19.74] Don't hate the play, or play and hate the game
[07:21.96] Outback in this league, yeah we all are the same
[07:24.66] Chasing that dream, wanting that fame
[07:27.31] All these new people wanna ride on the train
[07:29.79] Ride it on out, take it on over
[07:32.53] Outback's where I'll be when it's all over
[07:34.82] Outback grillin' it, outback chillin' it
[07:37.38] Outback workin' hard for the little bit
[07:40.02] Always being me, yeah the mud digger king
[07:42.14] What a beautiful queen, my outback is my dream
[07:46.65] Everything we do, we do it outback
[07:49.34] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[07:52.10] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[07:54.49] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[07:57.20] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[07:59.57] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[08:01.96] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[08:04.34] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[08:08.14]
[00:12.24] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[00:14.62] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[00:17.35] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[00:19.71] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[00:22.41] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[00:24.82] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[00:27.02] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[00:30.23] Fat Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back
[00:32.79] We off behind the XCD and drinkin' beer with the lacs
[00:34.99] We up in Nashville, you better tell the haters relax
[00:37.67] So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack
[00:40.25] But I ain't 'bout that, I just wanna kick it with the women
[00:43.20] Blow a little smoke and if they like it they gon' win it
[00:45.33] Tiller Gang up in this thang, they want it, come and get it
[00:48.05] We out here makin' friends, we still livin' independent
[00:50.96] Like the declaration that we live by
[00:53.60] It's a celebration, let the flag fly
[00:55.99] Bring your kids, even your momma
[00:57.61] And then he'll be rubbing the ribs
[00:58.99] Tell him to smoke it or swim, float in the river with friends
[01:00.87] At it again, somebody give me the gin
[01:02.45] Callie and Tennessee gettin' it in
[01:03.89] Drinkin' neat in hell until we drinkin' for the sale, man
[01:06.79] So we'll be chilling where the cows at
[01:08.64] If that's a problem for you, we can take it outback
[01:10.40] Everything we do, we do it outback
[01:12.86] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[01:15.30] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[01:17.98] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[01:20.39] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[01:23.04] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[01:25.40] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[01:27.62] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[01:31.19] Bubba K's back, in here to be exact
[01:33.22] Gotta bet it with some back, goddamn badass she can act
[01:35.73] And we know I bag a few but I ain't really keepin' track
[01:38.60] Now her man's back and I'll be easin' back
[01:42.13] Yessir, he can have her
[01:43.95] I was briefly called up in the rap, sure
[01:46.60] Now I'm back in a sort of zen mindframe
[01:49.03] Funny thing how it happened when the time came
[01:51.62] I was in the back drinking with the bandits
[01:54.26] And the Georgia boys, just how I planned it
[01:56.73] Then she walked in, then she walked back out
[01:59.17] Then she walked back in, look at that, wow
[02:01.50] I couldn't back down so I stood tall
[02:04.09] Tried to play it cool, you think I could? No
[02:06.66] And just as we was headed back to the house
[02:08.89] Back walking in yeah, there comes the spouse, I'm out
[02:10.90] Everything we do, we do it outback
[02:13.55] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[02:15.95] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[02:18.45] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[02:21.14] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[02:23.55] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[02:25.98] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[02:28.35] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[02:31.31] Outback where the force is thick
[02:33.27] There's a circle in the middle of a field where a bonfire's lit
[02:36.73] Cup full of 'shine, Copenhagen on my lip
[02:39.13] Now I'm dippin' sideways, probably wake up in a ditch
[02:41.55] So crank that music into the night
[02:44.26] And crack that beer, and raise it high
[02:46.67] Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
[02:49.19] Take her back to the country for a real good time
[02:51.28] Everything we do, we do it outback
[02:53.92] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[02:56.33] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[02:58.89] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[03:01.49] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[03:03.81] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[03:06.50] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[03:08.76] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[03:11.84] Got me steppin' in manure every time I speak shit
[03:14.57] Like cash in the photo, with the bird getting flipped
[03:17.22] Came from the bottom, so they labelled me a catfish
[03:20.15] Worldwide, better grab you an atlas
[03:22.25] Bonfire led like, really let's smoke
[03:24.68] Rack full of ribs and a smoke-up full of oak
[03:27.38] Blackberry brandy outback in the dug
[03:29.47] Blind black lab running like a hound in his bloodline
[03:32.37] Came from outback but I'm back in the lead
[03:34.77] Back like a rack full of fat double E's
[03:37.42] Back with a barrell, on a rack let me squeeze
[03:39.82] Back on the trigger, hit her right between the knees
[03:42.55] Back with the toe strap, I pull 'em real heavy
[03:45.05] Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
[03:47.49] Dive bar beauty queens, Bubba call 'em Betty's
[03:50.15] Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
[03:51.80] I said takes what it takes, and better call me back
[03:54.43] He said we all country, and I said yeah that's fact
[03:56.98] We're nice rebels on the run, time you better pack
[03:59.33] We 'bout to hit the road, rock shows, and make a stack
[04:02.08] I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click-clack
[04:04.46] Grabbed a can of beer, commander thrown it all in the sack
[04:06.83] I caught a flight in A-town, landed down the sack
[04:09.57] The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black
[04:11.97] That Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mac hat
[04:14.66] Hung around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque
[04:17.17] I climbed on up, sat down to relax
[04:19.47] But I heard a lot of ruckus, it was coming from the back
[04:22.06] Everything we do, we do it outback
[04:24.76] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[04:27.23] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[04:29.99] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[04:32.34] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[04:35.06] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[04:37.44] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[04:39.89] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[04:42.33] Down by the burn pile, hand out, me and my honey
[04:45.32] We could run a game of shoe, we could lose a little money
[04:48.04] Might talk a little smack after sippin' that Jack
[04:50.40] Why don't you Jag that, thrill us on par round back?
[04:53.49] Get loose like you do it up in Cali'
[04:55.58] Ooh shine so smooth like you cruisin' in the caddy
[04:57.92] Then we rode ourselves a fatty with a round of the shed
[05:00.44] I had to back up, bonfire, it was bustin' my head
[05:02.92] See you're back in the mac, I'm in the back with the lads
[05:05.31] Get all these back to the sacks, know how them hagglers act
[05:08.09] See I party in the ditch with Bacardi on my breath
[05:10.42] Looked like an Audi to myself, about the shawty on my left
[05:13.33] Yeah, we still outback, kiss the country, outcast
[05:16.07] Thinkin' you can out-rap, yeah, bitch I doubt that
[05:18.56] Meat is sold outback, and we whip the loudest
[05:20.93] 'Cause we're gonna bring your country back, quicker than a snapback
[05:22.83] Everything we do, we do it outback
[05:25.38] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[05:27.10] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[05:30.31] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[05:33.03] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[05:35.56] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[05:38.26] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[05:40.40] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[05:43.83] D Thrash from the Georgia boys
[05:45.79] With Bubba Sparks and the Moonshine Bandits makin' noise
[05:48.99] And you can find us outback makin' shine
[05:51.17] You wanna taste test? Then get in line
[05:53.63] Yeah, we keep the grill fired up
[05:56.53] And I keep a camouflaged mud jug
[05:58.44] Ay, some folks wanna hate on us
[06:01.17] But we can take it outback if you want some
[06:04.35] Backrow ride with the hat back
[06:06.79] Drink in my lap in a brown paper sack
[06:09.29] My cellphone won't get no service
[06:11.54] I'm cool but city folks get nervous
[06:14.27] 'Cause they ain't never been out here
[06:16.71] No street lights, and we eat deer
[06:19.17] I'm either in the backyard or the backwoods
[06:21.88] And I'm livin' good
[06:23.21] Everything we do, we do it outback
[06:25.97] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[06:28.51] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[06:31.06] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[06:33.45] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[06:36.16] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[06:38.58] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[06:41.08] In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
[06:44.04] Brought my bull, here he is and he's buggin' on the track
[06:46.57] We ain't talkin' thick states when we talkin' outback
[06:49.08] Now we're talkin' clothes lines and some beat up cars
[06:51.48] Yeah we're talking tall pines in the knee-high yard
[06:54.14] Yeah we talkin' all those things you can find outback
[06:56.63] Grandmammy's old swing and a shotgun rack
[06:59.29] Got the fireplace stayin' good, a bottle of Jack
[07:01.77] Bubba K got drunk and made the whip go cray
[07:04.12] That darned C. Hubbs started shootin' it up
[07:06.88] And the moonshine man that's never given a look
[07:09.23] Been thrashed in the back with a truck all jack
[07:11.66] Run my bull, we're all country when we kick it outback
[07:14.41] I'm all about the beer yeah, I'm all about the whiskey
[07:17.07] I'm all about making all these pretty girls get frisky
[07:19.74] Don't hate the play, or play and hate the game
[07:21.96] Outback in this league, yeah we all are the same
[07:24.66] Chasing that dream, wanting that fame
[07:27.31] All these new people wanna ride on the train
[07:29.79] Ride it on out, take it on over
[07:32.53] Outback's where I'll be when it's all over
[07:34.82] Outback grillin' it, outback chillin' it
[07:37.38] Outback workin' hard for the little bit
[07:40.02] Always being me, yeah the mud digger king
[07:42.14] What a beautiful queen, my outback is my dream
[07:46.65] Everything we do, we do it outback
[07:49.34] Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
[07:52.10] Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
[07:54.49] Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
[07:57.20] Everywhere we go, we go to the back
[07:59.57] Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
[08:01.96] Back under the moon with the tailgate back
[08:04.34] In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
[08:08.14]