This moonshine
I'm sippin' ain't
that shit you get in
pretty jars at the mall
And these two twelves
they hit in all
the right spots
in this laid back seat
'fore I take her home
Way out here
can't you hear
the yee-haw
Backwoods where
we're raised
jacked up trucks
tailgates
they can't take away
the yee-haw
Wait for Saturday
work on we get paid
they can't take away
the yee haw
Under moonlight
'bout Friday night
bonfire Roscoe beer
and a southern belle
If you don't like
one of us we'll all fight
we don't care
we spent our whole life
raising hell
Way out here
can't you hear
the yee-haw
Backwoods where
we're raised
jacked up trucks
tailgates
they can't take away
the yee-haw
Wait for Saturday
work on we get paid
they can't take away
the yee-haw
Oh don't try to tell us
how to live
we'll be alright
we made it this far
on our own
Whoa we ain't got no
fancy shit
but if you need
some help you know
who to call
the yee-haw
Backwoods where
we're raised
jacked up trucks
tailgates
they can't take away
the yee-haw
Wait for Saturday
work on we get paid
they can't take away
the yee-haw