[Chorus]
Way back in these woods we be smoking and sipping,
Sipping and smoking, that’s how we’re living.
It’s the southern boy lifestyle, laid-back groove,
So come sip and smoke, let’s get in the mood.
[Verse 1]
Red clay roads, tires kicking up the dust,
Mason jar shine, moonlight’s a must.
Hounds howling while the crickets sing,
Pass the jar ‘round like it’s a family thing.
[Bridge]
Pine trees swayin’, the smell so thick,
Bonfire blazing, whiskey taking a lick.
We don’t rush, take life real slow,
Round here time moves with the river’s flow.
[Verse 2]
Flannel shirts, boots scuffed from the land,
Cigars rolled tight, Montezuma in hand.
Holler boys holler, echo through the trees,
We the kings of this hillside, livin’ free.
[Chorus]
Way back in these woods we be smoking and sipping,
Sipping and smoking, that’s how we’re living.
It’s the southern boy lifestyle, laid-back groove,
So come sip and smoke, let’s get in the mood.
[Verse 3]
Crows on a fence, sun setting real slow,
Beers crack open, let the golden juice flow.
Skynyrd on blast, we stompin’ the floor,
This the type of night the heart longs for.