Lyrics Family Tree - Dillon Carmichael

We might pull out our shotgun
Shotgun a cold one
Bust some clay and let 'em lay there scattered in pieces
We might jump on our tractor
Disappear in a pasture
Break some red ground and break some bread now and end with Jesus

Yeah, that's the way we are
And our way of life dies hard

We're a little backward for this wayward world
We march to the beat of some old school Merle
Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea
We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon
We'll survive without no silver spoon
Give us ammo, camo, and a Zebco 33
There's a long line of deer stands in our family tree

We were raised from the cradle
Putting food on the table
Our blue collar dollars keep the wolves off the front door
If our dreams don't pan out
We won't be looking for a handout
Unless it's from the hand at the end of the long arm of the Lord

We're a little backward for this wayward world
We march to the beat of some old school Merle
Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea
We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon
We'll survive without no silver spoon
Give us ammo, camo, a Zebco 33
'Cause there's a long line of deer stands in our family tree

A Wall Street crash don't affect the cash in our coffee can
Yeah, and if the world stops
We got some backstrap and crappie for our frying pan
And when it all hits the fan
Nah, you can't judge us, man

We're a little backward for this wayward world
We march to the beat of some old school Merle
Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea
We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon
We'll survive without no silver spoon
Give us ammo, camo, and a Zebco 33
There's a whole lot of deer stands in our family tree
We got a whole lot of deer stands in our family tree