Paroles de Outback
Everything we dowe do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars 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 forest is thick theres a circle in the middle of field where a bonfires lit cup full of shine copenhagen in my lip now im slippin 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 out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny we can run a game of shoes we can lose a little money might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack bunch of jacked up trucks all parked round back yeah get loose like ya do it up in cali shine so smooth like ya crusin` in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty went around to the shed i had to back up off it it was buzzin my head
See im back in the mac im in the back with the lacs get on these bachelor sacs now how hackers is that see im partyin to death with bacardi on my breath im thinkin naughty to myself about this shawty on my left yeah we still out back its the country outkast thinkin you can out rap yeah bitch i doubt that meet us all out back and we`ll whoop that loud ass cause where bringin country back quicker then a snap back
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
(Thanks to Cynthia Harmon for these lyrics)
we go to the back,
back yard bars 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 forest is thick theres a circle in the middle of field where a bonfires lit cup full of shine copenhagen in my lip now im slippin 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 out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny we can run a game of shoes we can lose a little money might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack bunch of jacked up trucks all parked round back yeah get loose like ya do it up in cali shine so smooth like ya crusin` in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty went around to the shed i had to back up off it it was buzzin my head
See im back in the mac im in the back with the lacs get on these bachelor sacs now how hackers is that see im partyin to death with bacardi on my breath im thinkin naughty to myself about this shawty on my left yeah we still out back its the country outkast thinkin you can out rap yeah bitch i doubt that meet us all out back and we`ll whoop that loud ass cause where bringin country back quicker then a snap back
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
(Thanks to Cynthia Harmon for these lyrics)
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