Ain't Out of the Woods Yet

I'm moving to the big city, to make a little bit of money, then get back home

Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel and stone

I've got a neighbor, he's a lawyer, his wife could be his daughter, he don't know what to think of me

'Cause I sunk my ball on a styrofoam bowl by the hole of the eighteenth green

'Cause I ain't out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck

Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive

A country boy can survive

I say, hey y'all, and I reckon so, with a massyo from head to toe

As corn-fed corn bread country as a boy can get

No, I ain't out, ain't out of the woods, yet

Oh, I'm a little hell, baby

I've got a manicured lawn and a concrete pond where my buddies all like to hang

We fire up the smoker and get some pretty girl over, crank the Hank and let 'em shake that thang

And when the moon goes rising and the skeeters start to bite, all the neighbors is turning in

We be breaking out the shine in this hell yeah time 'till the sun comes up again

'Cause I ain't out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck

Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive

A country boy can survive

I say, hey y'all, and I reckon so, with a massyo from head to toe

As corn-fed corn bread country as a boy can get

No, I ain't out, ain't out of the woods, yet

Country of the corn way, sweet tea all day, if you don't know what I mean

I be sipping on some shine, put clothes on the line, eating corn bread and butter, babe

'Cause I ain't out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck

Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive

A country boy can survive

I say, hey y'all, and I reckon so, with a massyo from head to toe

As corn-fed corn bread country as a boy can get

No, I ain't out, ain't out of the woods, yet

Aw it's swampy

Oh you know that's in the woods, baby