Sound of the Woods - Lenny Cooper, Charlie Farley

If you listen real quiet

Down an old dirt road

Deep back off the map, that’s where you gotta go

To hear the sound of the woods, that’s the sound of the woods

Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild

Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud

That’s the sound of the woods, that’s the sound of the woods

I got my middle finger up for the haters who watchin'

My music on the charts, and they in the garbage

Feeling so good, right now optimistic

I make my moves reality and you unrealistic

I’m all about action when I’m puttin' my shades on

Chevy chain that hang off my neck about yay long

Right now my music hotter than market

212 frequency shakin' the cockpit

I bat her up and knock it straight out the park

My fists hit so hard, my arms are supercharged

You think I fell off, hell naw

I just waited for the perfect time to set this bomb off

Keep thinking you can be the boss

People talking hard, but that is soft

I keep riding dirt roads, the rest of ya’ll can get lost

The rest of y’all can get lost

You know I’m talking 'bout

If you listen real quiet

Down an old dirt road

Deep back off the map, that’s where you gotta go

To hear the sound of the woods, that’s the sound of the woods

Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild

Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud

That’s the sound of the woods, that’s the sound of the woods

Well it’s a profound sound found only around these parts

Around town, there ain’t no truck around when it gets dark

We mountain ride, to the mountain side

With them Ken Woods boun-boun-boun-bouncing right

Welcome to the life of a backwoods guy

Got them bonfire nights turning dark into daylight

Awake like an owl, we get down with the moonlight

So I write songs for my type

The type that like to raise a little hell

Pumping shotgun shells out the barrel of a 12 — gauge

While barreling around the curvey dirt road drunk barely awake

Some folks want to escape but I ain’t

I’d rather sit and write another song about the reasons that I’m gonna keep on

sittin' on the tailgate

And what comes out on my writing sessions is so good

There ain’t no question this is the sound of the woods

If you listen real quiet

Down an old dirt road

Deep back off the map, that’s where you gotta go

To hear the sound of the woods, that’s the sound of the woods

Where the boys get drunk, and them ladies get wild

Hear the brush fire pop and then engines get loud

That’s the sound of the woods, that’s the sound of the woods