Boys in the Woods - Moccasin Creek, Demun Jones

Woke up early mornin' cotton mouth like a moccasin

Late night ride was runnin' from the cops again (Yeah)

'87 heavy Chevy loaded with the lift kit

Ridin' nine miles with my dogs, don’t get lit

Brahma Bull, Demun Jones and some moonshine

Waitin' for a bonehead to walk that old tree line

And if he don’t show, we’re headed to the waterin' hole

Catch some bluegills from a homemade fishin' pole

Take 'em to the camp, fish fry with some dirt necks

Drinkin' Hot Damn liquor drinks 'til we get wrecked

Pullin' up in an old Trans Am

Corey Dammern in the house caught some fish at the dam

Got a cooler full of bluegills that just got reeled

Two o’clock in the mornin', hot grease in the grill

Them boys in the woods run river water deep (Yeah what)

And you can catch us chillin' at the Moccasin Creek (Come on)

The boys in the woods ride mighty deep

All the way from Jones County to the Moccasin Creek

You can talk that trash and you can act all hard

But I promise you won’t ever trespass in the yard

I got two Bluetick’s, we got plenty of guns

Deep off in the sticks we got plenty of fun

But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish

Because the boys in the woods don’t take no lip

Come on

Carhartt straw hat, RedHead boot

Ready to stomp through the woods, aim and shoot

But I woke up at six too late to hunt coons

Had to settle for a deer, I skinned it with a spoon

See I knew how to swim in a creek when I was seven

Full of water moccasins on Highway 11

We played front yard football, no pads on at all

If the bone ain’t stickin' out, get back up when you fall

Hail Mary every play 'til the sun went down

Barefoot kickoff, return, touchdown

JC grade GA is where I stay

Bring your manners when you come around, we don’t play

Because the boys in the woods are always armed

When I put on that blaze you better ring the alarm

Your buddies ain’t comin' out where we raise hell

I’m wearin' nine kinds of camo, I can’t see myself

The boys in the woods ride mighty deep

All the way from Jones County to the Moccasin Creek

You can talk that trash and you can act all hard

But I promise you won’t ever trespass in the yard

I got two Bluetick’s, we got plenty of guns

Deep off in the sticks we got plenty of fun

But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish

Because the boys in the woods don’t take no lip

Come on

Breaker breaker one nine, shotgun ridin'

Front porch sippin' rebel flag stays flyin'

Coondogs with beer bellies, Hank III blastin'

Woke up in the mornin' gonna need a few aspirin

Runnin' with the boys 'round here, it’s a lifestyle

Field dress 'em in the moonlight, buck knife style

Quick cracked glass packs, chewin' on some backstrap

And when it’s nite-nite time, camouflage knapsack

Raised on the dogs when we drop that tailgate

Raised on them hogs, cornbread, and a hot plate

Whiskey made of corn, grape jelly from the backyard

Fresh scent, now them Beagle’s runnin' like a track star

I’m on Yelvington and we let them little doe’s cross

T-Wood said hold up, here comes the big hoss

Granddaddy big buck, you know that shots good

My momma must have been a tree, I was born in the woods, haha