Down in the Backwoods

Down in the backwoods, round from the holler

Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar

How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road

Now everywhere I go I take a little bit with me

Now as a little youngin I was country as cornbread

Rowdy as a wasp, man

Sharp as a thoroughbred

Quick to take a dip in that Sugar Creek spring

And trot the woods with some rocks in my old sling

Now papa showed me how to live off the land

With everything around and these two bare hands

How to make it, break it, fix it like new

How to plant it, grow it, harvest it through

'Til that full moon hung high in the sky

We just shook it and move it down by the state line

Bring home the bread, stuff it down in the jar

And get up early with the sun so we can do it some more, you know

Down in the backwoods, round from the holler

Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar

How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road

Now everywhere I go I take a little bit with me

Down that old dirt road what we had our own

Kinda mystery, a whole lotta history was grown

When we did what we was told by the law of the land

Affected under the direction of a disciplined hand

Mama taught me how to love my family tree

And be true to the kinfolk that make up the leaves

To shake the life we live, all the love we give

Everywhere I go, you know we gotta represent

For them country buckets 'til the day that I die

By the dirt road code, so remember my life

There ain't never been a problem this old boy can't fix

And I would never change a thing about these backwoods sticks

Down in the backwoods, round from the holler

Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar

How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road

Now everywhere I go I take a little bit with me

Down in the backwoods, round from the holler

Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar

How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road