Outback (Extended Remix)

Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
 Fat Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back
 We off behind the XCD and drinkin' beer with the lacs
 We up in Nashville, you better tell the haters relax
 So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack
 But I ain't 'bout that, I just wanna kick it with the women
 Blow a little smoke and if they like it they gon' win it
 Tiller Gang up in this thang, they want it, come and get it
 We out here makin' friends, we still livin' independent
 Like the declaration that we live by
 It's a celebration, let the flag fly
 Bring your kids, even your momma
 And then he'll be rubbing the ribs
 Tell him to smoke it or swim, float in the river with friends
 At it again, somebody give me the gin
 Callie and Tennessee gettin' it in
 Drinkin' neat in hell until we drinkin' for the sale, man
 So we'll be chilling where the cows at
 If that's a problem for you, we can take it outback
 Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
 Bubba K's back, in here to be exact
 Gotta bet it with some back, goddamn badass she can act
 And we know I bag a few but I ain't really keepin' track
 Now her man's back and I'll be easin' back
 Yessir, he can have her
 I was briefly called up in the rap, sure
 Now I'm back in a sort of zen mindframe
 Funny thing how it happened when the time came
 I was in the back drinking with the bandits
 And the Georgia boys, just how I planned it
 Then she walked in, then she walked back out
 Then she walked back in, look at that, wow
 I couldn't back down so I stood tall
 Tried to play it cool, you think I could? No
 And just as we was headed back to the house
 Back walking in yeah, there comes the spouse, I'm out
 Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
 Outback where the force is thick
 There's a circle in the middle of a field where a bonfire's lit
 Cup full of 'shine, Copenhagen on my lip
 Now I'm dippin' sideways, probably wake up in a ditch
 So crank that music into the night
 And crack that beer, and raise it high
 Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
 Take her back to the country for a real good time
 Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?
 Got me steppin' in manure every time I speak shit
 Like cash in the photo, with the bird getting flipped
 Came from the bottom, so they labelled me a catfish
 Worldwide, better grab you an atlas
 Bonfire led like, really let's smoke
 Rack full of ribs and a smoke-up full of oak
 Blackberry brandy outback in the dug
 Blind black lab running like a hound in his bloodline
 Came from outback but I'm back in the lead
 Back like a rack full of fat double E's
 Back with a barrell, on a rack let me squeeze
 Back on the trigger, hit her right between the knees
 Back with the toe strap, I pull 'em real heavy
 Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
 Dive bar beauty queens, Bubba call 'em Betty's
 Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
 I said takes what it takes, and better call me back
 He said we all country, and I said yeah that's fact
 We're nice rebels on the run, time you better pack
 We 'bout to hit the road, rock shows, and make a stack
 I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click-clack
 Grabbed a can of beer, commander thrown it all in the sack
 I caught a flight in A-town, landed down the sack
 The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black
 That Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mac hat
 Hung around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque
 I climbed on up, sat down to relax
 But I heard a lot of ruckus, it was coming from the back
 Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
 Down by the burn pile, hand out, me and my honey
 We could run a game of shoe, we could lose a little money
 Might talk a little smack after sippin' that Jack
 Why don't you Jag that, thrill us on par round back?
 Get loose like you do it up in Cali'
 Ooh shine so smooth like you cruisin' in the caddy
 Then we rode ourselves a fatty with a round of the shed
 I had to back up, bonfire, it was bustin' my head
 See you're back in the mac, I'm in the back with the lads
 Get all these back to the sacks, know how them hagglers act
 See I party in the ditch with Bacardi on my breath
 Looked like an Audi to myself, about the shawty on my left
 Yeah, we still outback, kiss the country, outcast
 Thinkin' you can out-rap, yeah, bitch I doubt that
 Meat is sold outback, and we whip the loudest
 'Cause we're gonna bring your country back, quicker than a snapback
 Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
 D Thrash from the Georgia boys
 With Bubba Sparks and the Moonshine Bandits makin' noise
 And you can find us outback makin' shine
 You wanna taste test? Then get in line
 Yeah, we keep the grill fired up
 And I keep a camouflaged mud jug
 Ay, some folks wanna hate on us
 But we can take it outback if you want some
 Backrow ride with the hat back
 Drink in my lap in a brown paper sack
 My cellphone won't get no service
 I'm cool but city folks get nervous
 'Cause they ain't never been out here
 No street lights, and we eat deer
 I'm either in the backyard or the backwoods
 And I'm livin' good
 Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at?
 Brought my bull, here he is and he's buggin' on the track
 We ain't talkin' thick states when we talkin' outback
 Now we're talkin' clothes lines and some beat up cars
 Yeah we're talking tall pines in the knee-high yard
 Yeah we talkin' all those things you can find outback
 Grandmammy's old swing and a shotgun rack
 Got the fireplace stayin' good, a bottle of Jack
 Bubba K got drunk and made the whip go cray
 That darned C. Hubbs started shootin' it up
 And the moonshine man that's never given a look
 Been thrashed in the back with a truck all jack
 Run my bull, we're all country when we kick it outback
 I'm all about the beer yeah, I'm all about the whiskey
 I'm all about making all these pretty girls get frisky
 Don't hate the play, or play and hate the game
 Outback in this league, yeah we all are the same
 Chasing that dream, wanting that fame
 All these new people wanna ride on the train
 Ride it on out, take it on over
 Outback's where I'll be when it's all over
 Outback grillin' it, outback chillin' it
 Outback workin' hard for the little bit
 Always being me, yeah the mud digger king
 What a beautiful queen, my outback is my dream
 Everything we do, we do it outback
 Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack
 Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track
 Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
 Everywhere we go, we go to the back
 Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch
 Back under the moon with the tailgate back
 In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?