Charlie Farley – Backroads Life

Charlie Farley – Backroads Life

Me personally I don’t know a whole lot about these city streets, but I do know a little bit about where I come from. That’s that CO, yeah country

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

I’m a cossa tie river run up and float and it going under that bridge since I was old enough to a paddle. Passing cattle I peddle faster cause it’s getting late. I’m a master at holding three point two ounces throwing bass. That’s right, I chugalug, I chug a Budd on my lake. I keep a in case a game warden shows his face. That’s if there ain’t an exit cause if I can I will escape. Skate away to a place where I’m straight and safe. We’re lovers, rappers, and fighters. But trust you don’t want to try us we’ll fight you but afterwards buy you a what, a round of your choice. We talk in a low tone of voice, that’s right still southern boys. Playing in God’s land and proud to be a part of God’s plan

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

The simple man who raised up on days that passed on. So when I’m riding probably vibeing to a Cash song. Makes me think about big daddy creeping in his Jon boat. Mixing up a Crown and Coke, sitting up in the honey hole. See now I know the river like the back of my hand. And every year my family goes and parks some boats in the sand. Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night. Just another story of a back road life

I’m just a back roads eighties baby, made in the country like grits and gravy. Some of y’all still call me crazy, thank God that country raised us. Same boys that came on up, seen a lot of things since kicking up mud. See I appreciate all the love. My country veins pump country blood. Gave y’all something so y’all can ride. In the country boys paradise. One-ninety proof, I let it shine. Doing this since ninety-nine. Them city folks, they don’t understand it. Chilling in my country mansion. Double wide trailer on some land. I’ve been knocked down but I’m still standing

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

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