Chords for Charlie Farley - Backroads Life (feat. Demun Jones and The Lacs) (Official Lyric Video)

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Me personally, [D] I don't know a whole lot about these city streets, [Am] but [F] I do know a little bit about where I [C] come from.
Let's then [D] see old, you know, country.
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_ _ [D] _ More important than [Am] keeping bread in the [F] pantry and some fresh milk in the fridge.
[A] Some [C] good dogs in New York so [D] they can play with both of my kids.
[Am] Sunset in the [F] background never gets [C] old.
Got some dirt on my [D] boots, mud ties on the floor.
[Am] And we all talk a [F] lot, yes sir, no [C] ma'am.
Still the deal with the [D] handshaking, living off the loan.
[Am] Party on the [F] tailgate, drinking ice [G] cold [C] beer.
Flowering all [G] day, hard work is in my soul.
[Am] And we all pray [F] at night that we will get [C] by.
Just another [D] story of a back road [Am] life.
I'm a Cossack, I [F] river run, I've been floating it.
[C] Going under that bridge since I was [G] old enough to watch.
Hold a paddle, [Am] passing cattle while [F] paddling faster cause it's getting late.
[C] I'm a master at holding [D] 3.2 ounces, throwing bait.
That's [Am] right, I chug a lug, [F] while chugging my bug on the lake.
[C] I keep a bubba jug close [D] in case a game warden shows his face.
That [Am] is if there ain't an [F] exit, cause if I can I will [C] escape.
Escape away to a [G] place where I'm straight and safe.
We're [Am] lovers rather than [F] fathers, but trust me you don't wanna [C] try us.
We'll fight you, but afterwards [G] buy you a what?
A round of your choice.
We [Am] talking low tone and broad, [F] that's right that's them southern [C] boys.
Playing in God's [D] land, glad to be part of God's plan.
[Am] Sunset in the [F] background never gets [C] old.
Got some dirt on my [D] boots, mud ties on the floor.
[Am] And we all talk [F] a lot, yes sir, no [C] ma'am.
Still the deal with the [D] hands, shaking living [G] off the land.
[Am] Party on the [F] tailgate, drinking ice [G] cold [C] beer.
Flowing all [G] day, hard work is in my soul.
[Am] And we all pray [F] at night that we will get [C] by.
Just another [D] story of a back road [Am] life.
A simple [F] man who raised up on days [C] that passed on.
It's a winter [G] ride, I'm probably vibing to a cash [Am] song.
Makes me think [F] of my granddaddy creeping in his [C] jumbo.
Mixing up a [G] crown and coat, sitting up in that honey [Am] hole.
So now I know [F] the river lied to the back of my [C] hand.
And every year my family [D] goes apart, some boats in the sand.
And [Am] throw some wood in the [F] pile and party all damn [C] night.
Just another [D] story of my back road life.
I'm [Am] just a back [F] road's haters baby, made in the country like [C] bits and gravy.
Some of y'all still [D] call me crazy, thank God the country [E] raised me.
I say to them boys that [F] came on up, said a lot of things since [C] kicking up mud.
I appreciate [G] all the love my country raised from country [Am] blood.
Gave y'all something so [F] y'all can ride.
It's been a country boy's [C]
paradise.
One night I proved how [D] lit it shine.
Been doing this since the 99.
[Am] I see the folks that don't [F] understand it, chilling in my [C] country mansion.
Double wide trailer [Dm] on some land.
I've been knocked down but I'm still [Am] standing.
Sunset in the [F] background never gets [C] old.
Got some dirt on my [D] boots, mud ties on the road.
[Am] And we all talk [F] a lot, yes sir, no [C] ma'am.
Still the deal with the [D] hands, shaking living off the land.
[Am] Party on the [F] tailgate, drinking ice [G] cold [C] beer.
Fly with all [G] the hard workers in my soul.
[Am] And we all pray [F] to God that we will get [C] by.
Just another [D] story of my back road [Am] life.
Noodling [F] catfish and mud, yes sir I [C] am that southern.
We make [D] deals with our paperwork out.
In the heat, fresh [Am] killed meat on the [F] grill.
Ten fingers deep in the [C] ribs, I've been no pinpoint.
[D] D-A-K-A, buck round here.
[Am] Racks on the front, provide [F] trucks.
Got the balls on the thick [C] shed.
Packing our lips up with snuff, [G] give it up for that red seal.
[Am] Ain't nothing quite [F] like fishing in the evening when the sun [C] is glistening.
On the water setting, [D] falling, falling behind the tree line.
Or [Am] running trot lines in the [F] morning with papaw.
Hoping to [C] pull in some more of them [G] flatheads.
Cause we want to have a fish fry.
That's [Am] the life, that's the [F] why, what, where, how.
I [C] love this place.
Give [G] it up y'all cause this is paradise. _
[Am] Sunset in the [F] background, never gets [C] old.
Got some dirt on my [D] boots, mud ties on the floor.
[Am] And we all talk [F] a lot, yes sir, no [C] ma'am.
Still the deal with the [G] handshaking, living off the land.
[Am] Party on the [F] tailgate, drinking ice [G] cold [C] beer.
Flowering all [G] day, hard work is in my soul.
[Am] And we all pray [F] at night that we will get [C] by.
Just another [D] story of a back road [Am] life.
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