Outback (Extended Remix)

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?