Lyrics Boys in the Woods (feat. Demun Jones) - Moccasin Creek , Demun Jones

Mocassin Creek (Mocassin Creek)
Haha (haha)
Demun Jones (Demun Jones)
It's the boys in the woods, hah
Mr. Goodtime (Goodtime) hah, yeah

Woke up early mornin', cotton mouth like a mocassin
Late night ride was runnin' from the cops again
'87 heavy Chevy loaded with the lift kit
Ridin' nine mile with ma dogs, don't get bit

Brahma Bull, Demon Jones and some moonshine
Waitin' for a bonehead to walk that ol' tree line
And if he don't show, we're headed to the waterin' hole
Catch some bluegills from a homemade fishin' pole

Take 'em to the camp, fish fry with some dirt necks
Drinkin' Hot Damn liquor drinks 'til we get wrecked
Pullin' up in an ol' Trans Am
Corey Dammern in the house, caught some fish at the dam

We got a cooler full of bluegills, it just got real
Two o'clock in the mornin', hot grease in the grill
Them boys in the woods run river water deep
And you can catch us chillin' at the Mocassin Creek (come on)

The boys in the woods run mighty deep
All the way from Jones County to the Mocassin Creek
You can talk that trash and you can act all hard
But I promise you won't ever trespass in the yard
I got two blue pits, we got plenty of guns
Deep off in the sticks, we got plenty of fun
But if you wanna get rowdy we can grant your wish
Because them boys in the woods don't take no lip (come on)

Carhartt straw hat, RedHead boot
Ready to stomp through the woods, aim and shoot
But I woke up at six, too late to hunt coons
Had to settle for a deer, I skinned it with a spoon

See, I learned how to swim in a creek when I was seven
Full of water mocassins on Highway 11
We played front yard football, no pads on at all
If a bone ain't stickin' out, get back up when you fall

Hail Mary every play 'til the sun went down
Barefoot kickoff, return, touchdown
JC grade GA is where I stay
Bring your manners when you come around, we don't play

Because the boys in the woods are always armed
When I put on that blaze, you better ring the alarm
Your buddies ain't comin' out where we raise hell
I'm wearin' nine kinds of camo, I can't see myself

The boys in the woods ride mighty deep
All the way from Jones County to the Mocassin Creek
You can talk that trash and you can act all hard
But I promise you won't ever trespass in the yard
I got two blue pits, we got plenty of guns
Deep off in the sticks, we got plenty of fun
But if you wanna get rowdy, we can grant your wish
Because them boys in the woods don't take no lip (come on)

Breaker, breaker one nine, shotgun ridin'
Front porch sippin', rebel flag stays flyin'
Coondogs with beer bellies, Hank lll blastin'
Woke up in the mornin', gonna need a few aspirin

Runnin' with these boys 'round here, it's a lifestyle
Field dressin' in the moonlight, buck knife style
Quick clack glass packs, chewin' on some backstrap
But when it's nite-nite time, camouflage knapsack

Blazed on the dogs when we drop that tailgate
Raised on them hogs, cornbread and a hot plate
Whiskey made of corn, grape jelly from the backyard
Fresh scent, now that Beagle's runnin' like a track star

I'm on Yelvington, we let them little does cross
T-Wood said hold up, here comes the big hoss
Granddaddy big buck, you know that shot's good
Ma mama must've been a tree, I was born in the woods, haha