Mocassin Creek (Mocassin Creek)

Haha (haha)

Demun Jones (Demun Jones)It′s the boys in the woods, hah

Mr. Goodtime (Goodtime) hah, yeah

Woke up early mornin', cotton mouth like a mocassin

Late night ride was runnin′ from the cops again

'87 heavy Chevy loaded with the lift kit

Ridin' nine mile with ma dogs, don′t get bit

Brahma Bull, Demon Jones and some moonshine

Waitin′ for a bonehead to walk that ol' 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 ol′ Trans Am

Corey Dammern in the house, caught some fish at the dam

We got a cooler full of bluegills, it just got real

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

Them boys in the woods run river water deep

And you can catch us chillin' at the Mocassin Creek (come on)

The boys in the woods run mighty deep

All the way from Jones County to the Mocassin 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 blue pits, 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 them 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 learned how to swim in a creek when I was seven

Full of water mocassins on Highway 11

We played front yard football, no pads on at all

If a 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 Mocassin 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 blue pits, 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 them 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 lll blastin′

Woke up in the mornin', gonna need a few aspirin

Runnin′ with these boys 'round here, it′s a lifestyle

Field dressin' in the moonlight, buck knife style

Quick clack glass packs, chewin′ on some backstrap

But when it's nite-nite time, camouflage knapsack

Blazed 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 that Beagle's runnin′ like a track star

I′m on Yelvington, we let them little does cross

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

Granddaddy big buck, you know that shot's good

Ma mama must′ve been a tree, I was born in the woods, haha