Down In the Backwoods

Down in the backwoods, round from the holler Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road Now everywhere I go I take a little bit with me Now as a little youngin I was country as cornbread Rowdy as a wasp, man Sharp as a thoroughbred Quick to take a dip in that Sugar Creek spring And trot the woods with some rocks in my old sling Now papa showed me how to live off the land With everything around and these two bare hands How to make it, break it, fix it like new How to plant it, grow it, harvest it through 'Til that full moon hung high in the sky We just shook it and move it down by the state line Bring home the bread, stuff it down in the jar And get up early with the sun so we can do it some more, you know Down in the backwoods, round from the holler Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road Now everywhere I go I take a little bit with me Down that old dirt road what we had our own Kinda mystery, a whole lotta history was grown When we did what we was told by the law of the land Affected under the direction of a disciplined hand Mama taught me how to love my family tree And be true to the kinfolk that make up the leaves To shake the life we live, all the love we give Everywhere I go, you know we gotta represent For them country buckets 'til the day that I die By the dirt road code, so remember my life There ain't never been a problem this old boy can't fix And I would never change a thing about these backwoods sticks Down in the backwoods, round from the holler Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road Now everywhere I go I take a little bit with me Down in the backwoods, round from the holler Mama and papa taught me the value of a dollar How to treat your kinfolk, live off a dirt road Now everywhere I go I take a little bit with me