Sound of the Woods (feat. Charlie Farley)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:11 duration
๐ ID: 5968180
๐ Lyrics
If you listen real quiet,
Down an old dirt road,
Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go.
To hear the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild,
Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud.
That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
I got my middle finger up for the haters who watchin',
My music on the charts, and they in the garbage.
Feeling so good, right now optimistic,
I make my moves reality and you unrealistic.
I'm all about action when I'm puttin' my shades on,
Chevy chain that hang off my neck about yay long.
Right now my music hotter than market,
212 frequency shakin' the cockpit.
I bat her up and knock it straight out the park,
My fists hit so hard, my arms are supercharged.
You think I fell off, hell naw.
I just waited for the perfect time to set this bomb off.
Keep thinking you can be the boss,
People talking hard, but that is soft.
I keep riding dirt roads, the rest of yall can get lost.
The rest of y'all can get lost.
You know I'm talking 'bout.
If you listen real quiet,
Down an old dirt road,
Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go.
To hear the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild,
Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud.
That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Well it's a profound sound found only around these parts,
Around town, there ain't no truck around when it gets dark.
We mountain ride, to the mountain side,
With them Ken Woods boun-boun-boun-bouncing right,
Welcome to the life of a backwoods guy.
Got them bonfire nights turning dark into daylight,
Awake like an owl, we get down with the moonlight.
So I write songs for my type,
The type that like to raise a little hell.
Pumping shotgun shells out the barrel of a 12 โ gauge,
While barreling around the curvey dirt road drunk barely awake.
Some folks want to escape but I ain't,
I'd rather sit and write another song about the
Reasons that I'm gonna keep on sittin' on the tailgate.
And what comes out on my writing sessions is so good.
There ain't no question this is the sound of the woods.
If you listen real quiet,
Down an old dirt road,
Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go.
To hear the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild,
Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud.
That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Down an old dirt road,
Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go.
To hear the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild,
Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud.
That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
I got my middle finger up for the haters who watchin',
My music on the charts, and they in the garbage.
Feeling so good, right now optimistic,
I make my moves reality and you unrealistic.
I'm all about action when I'm puttin' my shades on,
Chevy chain that hang off my neck about yay long.
Right now my music hotter than market,
212 frequency shakin' the cockpit.
I bat her up and knock it straight out the park,
My fists hit so hard, my arms are supercharged.
You think I fell off, hell naw.
I just waited for the perfect time to set this bomb off.
Keep thinking you can be the boss,
People talking hard, but that is soft.
I keep riding dirt roads, the rest of yall can get lost.
The rest of y'all can get lost.
You know I'm talking 'bout.
If you listen real quiet,
Down an old dirt road,
Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go.
To hear the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild,
Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud.
That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Well it's a profound sound found only around these parts,
Around town, there ain't no truck around when it gets dark.
We mountain ride, to the mountain side,
With them Ken Woods boun-boun-boun-bouncing right,
Welcome to the life of a backwoods guy.
Got them bonfire nights turning dark into daylight,
Awake like an owl, we get down with the moonlight.
So I write songs for my type,
The type that like to raise a little hell.
Pumping shotgun shells out the barrel of a 12 โ gauge,
While barreling around the curvey dirt road drunk barely awake.
Some folks want to escape but I ain't,
I'd rather sit and write another song about the
Reasons that I'm gonna keep on sittin' on the tailgate.
And what comes out on my writing sessions is so good.
There ain't no question this is the sound of the woods.
If you listen real quiet,
Down an old dirt road,
Deep back off the map, that's where you gotta go.
To hear the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.
Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild,
Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud.
That's the sound of the woods, that's the sound of the woods.