I move to the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel and stone.
I've got a neighbor, he's a lawyer, his wife could be his daughter, he don't know what to think of me.
'Cause I signed my ball on a Styrofoam bowl by the hole of the eighteenth green.

'Cause I ain't out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey y'all, and I reckon so, with a massyo from head to toe
As corn-fed corn bread country as a boy can get.
No, I ain't out, ain't out of the woods, yet.

Oh, I'm a little hell, baby.

I've got a manicured lawn and a concrete pond where my buddies all like to hang
We fire up the smoker and get some pretty girl over, crank the Hank and let 'em shake that thang.
And when the moon goes rising and the skeeters start to bite, all the neighbors is turning in.
We be breaking out the shine in this hell yeah time 'till the sun comes up again.

'Cause I ain't out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey y'all, and I reckon so, with a massyo from head to toe
As corn-fed corn bread country as a boy can get.
No, I ain't out, ain't out of the woods, yet.

Country of the corn way, sweet tea all day, if you don't know what I mean.
I be sipping on some shine, put clothes on the line, eating corn bread and butter, babe.

'Cause I ain't out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey y'all, and I reckon so, with a massyo from head to toe
As corn-fed corn bread country as a boy can get.
No, I ain't out, ain't out of the woods, yet.
Aw it's swampy
Oh you know that's in the woods, baby

Copyright: EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC
Writer(s): COLT FORD, IRA DEAN, KENDELL WAYNE MARVEL