Bryan Andrews – Backwoods Backwards Lyrics

Backwoods Backwards – Bryan Andrews Lyrics

Grew up north of that old big Muddy

I paid my dues making oilfield money

I w.atched good men turn a bottle into a thief

Hunting whitetails on the same hundred acres

Where my granddaddy swore he'd meet his maker

By God I ain't ever gonna leave

If he could see how it turned out

And what they say about us now

And well the man in black didn't take no shit

From a bought belt buckle and a loudmouth bitch

And if Guthrie saw what I'm seeing now

He'd say boy tear those fascists down

If what I am ain't what you heard

Please don't get my backwoods backwards

And I vote the same color as my collar

'Cause I know it ain't the immigrant stealing my dollar

It's the billionaire who profits on the bombs going over seas

Words in red said love thy neighbor

Unless I guess you're on your death bed in labor

'Cause your life ain't important as the one that you conceived

God knows this land wadn't made for you and me

Well the man in black didn't take no shit

From a bought belt buckle and a loudmouth bitch

If Guthrie saw what I'm seeing now

He'd say boy tear those fascists down

If what I am ain't what you heard

Please don't get my backwoods backwards

C'mon now that's that country fuckin' music baby

Well the man in black didn't take no shit

From a bought belt buckle and a loudmouth bitch

And if Guthrie saw what I'm seeing now

He'd say boy tear those fascists down

If what I am ain't what you heard

Please don't get my backwoods backwards

Yeah

The fuck I'm talking about

Don't get my fucking backwoods backwards

I'm from Caroll fucking county

Shit some- hey hey somebody run that shit back