My Neck of the Woods - SMO, Tommy Chayne

Yeah you know what time it is

This your boy Hick Ross

I got my man Tommy Chayne on here with me

You know it’s an Average Joe thing baby

Welcome to my neck of the woods

Come on

Yeah, it’s that country livin', thoroughbred women

Backwood hustlers, cornfed children

We’re Ford driven' barbecue grillin'

Mama’s fried okra, apple pie sippin'

From them Tennessee fields workin' the crops

To the late night side streets dodgin' the cops

Stackin' twelve hour shifts, just puttin' in work

Pushin' livin' to the limit, disreguard the hurt

Just turn the page let me fill my soul

With some outlaw country and old rock-n-roll

That Hank and Willie, little Merle and Cash

Not that modern day cowboy trash

In my neck of the woods

We gonna get a little tipsy

Sippin' on whiskey

In my neck of the woods

Kickin' mud for fun

Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun

In the woods

Work our fingers to the bone

By the dirt road code

Take it back to my neck of the woods

From a boy to a man

I know these old backroads for sure

In my neck of the woods

We live for that Friday night football, Saturday mud

Sunday school lessons and all week fun (Yeah)

Backyard bonfires, fish on the pond (Get it)

Frog gig jiggin', four wheelin' on the farm (Come on)

Backroad ridin' where the city lights end

Got that grassroots bumpin' at the lake with my kin

True mud camo from head to toe

With them snakeskin boots on that dirt road code

DP in my can, Red Stag in my cup

Swisher full of pine with my truck jacked up

Gals gettin' buck underneath the full moon

Honky tonkin' at the bar with the crew

In my neck of the woods

We gonna get a little tipsy

Sippin' on whiskey

In my neck of the woods

Kickin' mud for fun

Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun

In the woods

Work our fingers to the bone

By the dirt road code

Take it back to my neck of the woods

From a boy to a man

I know these old backroads for sure

In my neck of the woods

Come from a place where we grow our own smoke

Tommy Chayne, yeah, linked up with Big Smo

King of the pines on this old dirt road

Swervin' through lines, call me George Jones

Blue-blue collar baller work our hands to the bone

Yeah, city ain’t much but I’m callin' it home

Friday night lights (What), bar room fights (Yeah)

Grew up hard, but we grew up right

Grandma’s cookin' and grandpa’s pipe

Learned about love from that ol' moonlight

Don’t touch my dog and you can’t take my gun

Tearin' up mud for fun

In my neck of the woods

We gonna get a little tipsy

Sippin' on whiskey

In my neck of the woods

Kickin' mud for fun

Cuttin' through the trails with my ol' shotgun

In the woods

Work our fingers to the bone

By the dirt road code

Take it back to my neck of the woods

From a boy to a man

I know these old backroads for sure

In my neck of the woods