Lyrics Way of Life - Cypress Spring , Danny Boone , The Lacs

Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some but
They ain't gotta like it
And we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change Round here it's the way of life!

Killin' them back roads
Ridin' round with my kin folk
Ain't much changed
We stay the same
Lil country boys gon' maintain
We run those, "Outlaws"
Spotlight, defrost
Out here in these mudbogs
Sittin' high on them white walls
We jacked up in our pick-ups
Got a dime holding my spit cup
She like it when I hear 4lows
Slang rooster tail to the treetops
Look at her, I say "Let's roll"
She look at me, and say "Hell yeah"
Certified country girl
You know we gon' raise hell
And we out here still gettin' it
Backwoods still livin' it
Workin hard for what we got
Cash flow, still spendin' it
Me and my boys turn up & yuh
"Turn down for what?"
Hop in the Chevy
Crank it up
To the back road
We

Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some but
They ain't gotta like it
And we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change Round here it's the way of life!

Oh, Oh, Oh
(Hell yeah)
Oh, Oh, Oh
(This ain't the city)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Round here it's the way of life!
Oh, Oh, Oh
(Hell naw)
Oh, Oh, Oh
(Y'all ain't ready)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Round here it's the way of life!

Me and that ol' back road
Keep swervin' round these tall pines
Find a spot
Pop a top
And take a sip of that apple pie
I just love the slow pace of livin down south
Hope I die of old age
And buried right here at the house
What in my bloodline
And my last name
Ain't shit changed about me!
With that shotgun
Ain't got to aim...
Keep drinkin 'til I can't see...
Living way back in the "sticks"...
Nah, I'm good right where I'm at
Y'all city folk keep rollin on
Hey y'all ain't got to come back!

Yea, I'm country as a blue tick
Boy I thought I told y'all...
Ain't ridin with no lil chick
I'm rollin with my roll dawg
Way on past them railroad tracks
There's a road up in the back
It winds around
Away from town
And dwindles down to a 2path
Ridin around in them flat woods
Sippin on that a. good
We jack em up and tack em out
Ride em out like a Lac should
All my life I been broke
Like "White Trash" is a big joke
We grew up countin them fence posts
And takin care of our kinfolk

Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some but
They ain't gotta like it
And we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change Round here it's the way of life!

Oh, Oh, Oh
(Hell yeah)
Oh, Oh, Oh
(This ain't the city)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Round here it's the way of life!
Oh, Oh, Oh
(Hell naw)
Oh, Oh, Oh
(Y'all ain't ready)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Round here it's the way of life!

Slinging up mud through the countryside
Tearin up jars of that apple pie
Ain't a damn thang changed
He stays the same
It's the countryboy way of life
Kickin up dust
Just me and my crew
Keg full of beer with nothin to do
Sittin' back
Watchin time fly
It's the countryboy way of life

Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some but
They ain't gotta like it
And we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change Round here it's the way of life!

Oh, Oh, Oh
(Hell yeah)
Oh, Oh, Oh
(This ain't the city)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Round here it's the way of life!
Oh, Oh, Oh
(Hell naw)
Oh, Oh, Oh
(Y'all ain't ready)
Oh, Oh, Oh
Round here it's the way of life!