Backwood Tobacco

That's the round of backwood tobacco
 When the sun goes down on the little town
 They roll the sidewalks up
 Make it hard to find a good time
 Oh, but that never does stop us
 'Cause, when it comes to cuttin' loose
 We know how to hold our own
 Buy our beer and gas at the Texaco
 But the smoke is all home grown
 We put our trucks in the mud
 Trust in the Lord
 Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts
 Sang a little Hank
 Pour Jack in our Coke
 And pass around the backwood tobacco
 Work all week and make ends meet
 Sometimes we barely do
 Wish Uncle Sam would give a damn
 'Bout folks like me and you
 When it comes to kickin' back
 Hell it shouldn't be a crime
 If we don't wanna slow our role
 Hey Lord we're runnin' wild
 We put our trucks in the mud
 Trust in the Lord
 Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts
 Sang a little Hank
 Pour Jack in our Coke
 And pass around the backwood tobacco
 Me and my baby on a Friday night
 Sittin' on a tailgate, country fight
 It's the kind of life that I like to live
 Me and my baby on a Friday night
 Sittin' on a tailgate, country fight
 It's the kind of life that I like to live
 We put our trucks in the mud
 Trust in the Lord
 Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts
 Sang a little Hank
 Pour Jack in our Coke
 Fall for the girls in the cut-off shorts
 Put our trucks in the mud
 Pour Jack in our Coke
 And pass around the backwood tobacco
 And pass around the backwood tobacco
 Pour Jack in our Coke
 And pass around the backwood tobacco