down in the backwoods

down in the backwoods

round from the holler

mama and papa

taught me the value of a dollar

how to treat your kinfolk

live off a dirt road

now everywhere i got i take a little bit with me

now as a little youngun i was country as cornbread

rowdy as a wasp

man

sharp as a thoroughbred

quick to take a dip in that sugar creek spring

and trot the woods with some rocks in my old sling

now papa showed me how to live off the land

with everything around and these two bare hands

how to make it

break it

fix it like new

how to plant it

grow it

harvest it through

till that full moon hung high in the sky

we just shook it and move it down by the state line

bring home the bread

stuff it down in the jar

and get up early with the sun so we can do it some more

you know

down in the backwoods

round from the holler

mama and papa

taught me the value of a dollar

how to treat your kinfolk

live off a dirt road

now everywhere i got i take a little bit with me

down that old dirt road what we had our own

kinda mystery a whole lotta history was grown

when we did what we was told by the law of the land

affected under the direction of a disciplined hand

mama taught me how to love my family tree

and be true to the kinfolk that make up the leaves

to shake the life we live

all the love we give

everywhere i go you know we gotta represent

for them country buckets till the day that i die

by the dirt road code so remember my life

there ain't never been a problem this old boy can't fix

and i would never change a thing about these backwood sticks

down in the backwoods

round from the holler

mama and papa

taught me the value of a dollar

how to treat your kinfolk

live off a dirt road

now everywhere i got i take a little bit with me

down in the backwoods

round from the holler

mama and papa

taught me the value of a dollar

how to treat your kinfolk

live off a dirt road

now everywhere i got i take a little bit with me