Moonshine Bandits - Outback (Extended Remix) lyrics

Everything we do we do it outback backyard half charred ribs on a rack back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at [Toro:] Da Toro on the track and we tilting back we out behind the exit inn drinking beer with a lax we up in Nashville ya better tell the haters relax so we can get a little wild crack a bottle of Jack but I ain't about that I just want to kick it with the women and blow a little smoke if they like it then I'm with it to the gang up in this thing they want it come and get it because we out here still making friends we still living Independent [Independent:] Like the declaration that we live by it's a celebration let the flag fly Bring your kids and your mama and them homie rubbing the ribs throw them in the smoke go for swim float the river with friends at it again somebody give me the jim Cali in Tennessee getting in drinking eating hell till we drunken fools man so will Be chillin where the cows at if that's a problem for you we can take it out back Everything we do we do it outback backyard half charred ribs on a rack back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at [Bubba Sparxxx:] Bubba K is back in here to be exact got a betty with some back acting as bad as she can act then we throw back a few but I ain't really keeping track now her man's back and I'll be Easin back yes sir he can have her I was briefly caught up in the rapture now I'm back in the Sorta same mindframe funny thing how it happened when the time came I was in the back drinking with the bandits and the jawga boys just like I planned it then she walked in then she walked back out then she walked back and look at that wow I couldn't back down so I stood tall tried to play it cool you think I could nawh and just as we were heading back to the house back walking In yup there came her spouse (I'm out). Everything we do we do it outback backyard half charred ribs on a rack back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at [Moonshine Bandits:] Outback where the forest is thick there's a circle in the middle of a field where a bon fire is lit Cup full of Shine Copenhagen in my lip now I'm slipping sideways probably wake up in a ditch so crank that music into the night crack that beer raise it high stack 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 back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at [Moonshine Bandits:] Got me stepping in manure were every time I spit sh** feel like cash in the photo with the bird getting flipped came from the bottom so they labeled me a catfish worldwide better grab you an Atlas bonfire lit like Willy let's smoke rack full ribs and a smoker Full of oak Blackberry brandy out back in the duck blind black lab running got hunting in his bloodline came from the back but I'm back in the lead back like a rack full of fat double D's back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze back on the trigger and hit her right between the knees back with the tow strap a I pull them real heavy ladies getting dirty outback on the Chevy 's dive bar beauty queen Bubba calling betties pedal to the metal baby girl I'm ready [Demun Jones:] I said ticks to ticks better call me back. He said we all country and I said yeah that's a fact well now us rebels on the run time ya better pack we're about to hit the road rock shows and make a stack folded up my clothes loaded up my click clack grabbed a can of beer come here throwed all in the sack I caught a fly in A town landed down out in Sac The bus pulled up it was big and it was black that Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mac had chrome around the bottom it was shiny like a plaque I climbed on up sit 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 back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at [The Lacs:] Talking about a burn pile handout me and my honey we can run a game of shoes we can lose a little money might talk a little smack after a sip of that Jack bunch of jacked up trucks all parked round back get loose just like they do it up in Cali and we Shine so smooth like you cruising in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty when we rounded the end I had to back up off it that sh** because it was buzzing my head [The Lacs:] See I'm back in the Mac I'm in the back with the lacs getting on the back of the sacks know how I'm hacking the sacks see I'm Party to d**h with Bacardi on my breath I'm thinking naughty to myself about the shawty to my left yeah we're still outback its the country outcasts think you can out rap yeah b**h I doubt that meet us all out back and we'll whoop your loud a** because were bringing country back quicker than the snapbacks Everything we do we do it outback backyard half charred ribs on a rack back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at [D.thrash:] D.thrash and the jawga boys with Bubba Sparxxx and the Moonshine Bandits making noise you can find us outback Making Shine you want to taste test then get in line yeah we keep the grill fired up and I keep a camouflage mud jug some folks want to hate on us but we can take it out back if you want some back Road ridding with the hat back drink in my lap in a brown paper sack my cell phone won't get no service I'm cool but city folks get nervous cause they never been out here no streetlights and we eat deer I'm either in backyard or the backwoods and I'm living good Everything we do we do it outback backyard half charred ribs on a rack back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at Bruh my boy here he is And hes bugging on the track we ain't talking thick steaks when were talking out back now were talking clotheslines and some beat up cars and we're talking tall pines in a Knee high yard and we're talking all those things you can find out back Grand mammy's old swing and shot gun rack got a fire pit stain Lit a bottle of Jack bubba K got drunk and made the whip go crack back taurus c hubs start shooting it up and the Moonshine Bandits never give it a what D. Thrash in the back with the truck all jacked bruh my boy we're all country when we kick it out back [Durwood black:] 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 player Player hate the game out back in this league and we are all the same chasing that dream wanting that fame all these new people want to ride on our train where brought it out take it on over outback is where I'll be when it's all over outback grilling it out back chilling it out back working hard for a little bit always being me yeah the mud digger king with a beautiful queen my outback is my dream Everything we do we do it outback backyard half charred ribs on a rack back road running getting dirty on a track back woods gunning hitting birdies by the pack everywhere we go we go to the back backyard bars serving jars full of batch back under the moon with the Tailgate back in back of the saloon where the jukebox at