I move through the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
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Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steal and stone.
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I¡¯ve got a neighbor, he¡¯s alone, his wife can be his dog, he don¡¯t know what to think of me.
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¡®cause signed my ball on a star of foam ball by a whole lot of eighteen grant.
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¡®cause I ain¡¯t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
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Got a gun right in the back window of my four wheel drive.
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A country boy can survive.
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I say, hey, y¡¯all, in a reckon suit, with a massyo from head to toe
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This cornfield corn bread country as a boy can get.
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No, I ain¡¯t out, ain¡¯t out of the woods, yet.
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Oh, I¡¯m a little hell, baby.
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I¡¯ve got a manicure lawn and a concrete palm where my mud is all locked to hang
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We fire up the smoke and guess the pretty girl overcrack the hang, I¡¯ll let her shake that dang.
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And when the moon starts rising and the spiders start to bite, all the neighbors is turning in.
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We be blacking out the shine in this hell yeah time ¡®till the sun comes up again.
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¡®cause I ain¡¯t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
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Got a gun right in the back window of my four wheel drive.
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A country boy can survive.
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I say, hey, y¡¯all, in a reckon suit, with a massyo from head to toe
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This cornfield corn bread country as a boy can get.
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No, I ain¡¯t out, ain¡¯t out of the woods, yet.
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Country of the corn way, sweet tea all day, if you don¡¯t know what I mean.
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I be sipping on some shine, put clothes on the line, eating corn bread and butter, babe.
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¡®cause I ain¡¯t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
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Got a gun right in the back window of my four wheel drive.
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A country boy can survive.
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I say, hey, y¡¯all, in a reckon suit, with a massyo from head to toe
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This cornfield corn bread country as a boy can get.
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No, I ain¡¯t out, ain¡¯t out of the woods, yet.
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Ain't Out Of The Woods
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| Colt Ford |
