Cut 'Em All (feat. Willie Robertson)

You boys ready to get in them woods?
 That's right
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Yeah, we tote them shotguns
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Country boys don't ever run
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Yeah, if it flies, it dies
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Country's how we live our lives
 They call me Colt Ford
 A redneck boy from down in the South
 I thank the good Lord
 For giving me a chance, so I run my mouth
 I represent country folks
 Hunt deer, hunt ducks, drive trucks and live it
 Every day we work and pray
 Need some help a redneck will give it
 I rock that camo fashion
 The good old boys I was on the move
 We got the world asking
 Why it is that we do what we do?
 We love the outdoors
 God, family, faith, and friends
 This here's redneck approved
 It'll stay that way until the very end
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Yeah, we tote them shotguns
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Country boys don't ever run
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Yeah, if it flies, it dies
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Country's how we live our lives
 They call me Boss Hog
 Yeah, I do it duck style
 You keep your yuppie cars
 Son, I do it truck style
 Ain't scared of getting dirty
 Love to get a little mud on it
 Stay close with God and guns
 Yeah, that's just the way we want it
 It's just a family thing
 That's how we get it did
 If you don't know
 You better ask somebody
 This is how country lives
 Like bustin' them pintails, wood ducks, them mallards, too
 Redheads, canvas backs, and teals
 We're the Duck Commander, y'all know the deal
 We cut 'em all Jack
 Yeah, we tote them shotguns
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Country boys don't ever run
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Yeah, if it flies, it dies
 We cut 'em all, Jack
 Country's how we live our lives
 Boom, boom
 Yeah, we tote them shot guns
 Boom, boom, boom
 Country boys don't ever run
 Boom, boom
 Yeah, if it flies, it dies
 Boom
 We cut 'em all Jack
 Country's how we live our lives