Chords for Land of the Lost

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Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!
On them [B] back roads [Em] where them [E] alligators crawl
In this small plant, [Em] we ain't worried by [E] no law
You can [B] find me [Em] in the woods with my dogs
[E] Under pine trees [Em] in the land of the lost
I've been drinking on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fucking with me, I ain't never coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep trying to spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealing with you clown
Bless the Lord, land of the lost
God bless the Lord, land of the lost
I was raised in the country
And I paid all my dues
I was paid in the country
And I won't change just for you
The place I call my home is deep out in the woods
If you don't belong, you better keep up out these woods
I like my trucks loud and my cars real fast
And I love the sound of a shotgun blast
Come around acting all big and bad
And Mr.
Postman, that's gonna be your ass
Now I pray to the Lord above
Trouble stays a hell away from us
But just in case one day it comes
I'm not afraid, I got them loaded up
It's in my blood, it's in my roots, I keep it reeled out through my boots
And they hate to see me winning, cause they say I'm born to lose
It [E] might be true, but I ain't losing, I ain't making no excuses
In a land of the lost, you gotta keep it moving
On them bank rolls [Em] where them alligators crawl
In this long plan, we ain't worried [E] about no law
You can find me [Em] in the woods with my dogs
[E] Under pine trees [Em] in a land of the lost
I've been drinking all this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And [E] if this world keep fucking with me, I ain't never coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep trying to spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealing with you clowns
Bless the Lord, land of the lost
God bless the Lord
Land of the lost
It was backwoods and fishing holes, wild hogs and taboos
It was five cats and bag hoes, we were haul ass on these back roads
A bunch of assholes and country hicks, outlaws and lunatics
They would chew tobacco, smoke cigarettes, and their breath smelled like old Milwaukee's best
Back then, no one even ever heard of meth, but nowadays, everybody wanna flirt with death
You better pray up to God for the ones that's left, but between me and you, it's a hell of a mess
I mean, drive through the country, [B] take a look around y'all, you can smell the meth cookers like a fucking hound dog
And I put [Em] too many of my friends in the ground, oh, they locked in the [E] pen and they ain't never coming out
Then the pills came and shit for real changed, childhood just don't feel the same
Daddy strung out and we got bills to pay, so we caught a case and got locked away
Back in the day, it was different times, I guess I came up in the nick of time
Cause I still seen hell and been victimized, but I'ma get what's mine cause I'm a different kind
I'm wide awake, I don't sleep good, I'm from Rock Ridge and Creekwood
In the deep woods, I was raised up so this bullshit don't phase us
No government gonna save us, ain't no way in hell you gonna [E] play us
We prayed up, these masks [Em] off, in these last days, this is the last call
Yo soft [E] ass won't last long, you better stand up and be a man, boy
Don't back down when it goes down, you better learn how to throw hands, boy
On them [B] bank rolls, where [Em] them alligators crawl
In this swamp land, [Em] we ain't worried about no [E] law
You can find [B] me [Em] in the [E] woods with my dogs
Under pine trees in the land of the lost
I been drinking [Em] on this whiskey, got my [E] head up in the clouds
And let this world keep fucking with me, I ain't never coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep trying to spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealing with you clown
God bless them all, the land of the lost
God bless them all, the land of the lost
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Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!
On them [B] back roads [Em] where them [E] alligators crawl
In this small plant, [Em] we ain't worried by [E] no law
You can [B] find me [Em] in the woods with my dogs
[E] Under pine trees [Em] in the land of the lost
I've been drinking on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fucking with me, I ain't never coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep trying to spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealing with you clown
Bless the Lord, _ _ land _ of the lost _ _ _ _ _
God bless the Lord, _ _ _ _ _ land of the lost _ _ _ _ _
I was raised in the country
And I paid all my _ dues
I was paid _ in the country
And I won't change just for _ you
The place I call my home is deep out in the woods
If you don't belong, you better keep up out these woods
I like my trucks loud and my cars real fast
And I love the sound of a shotgun blast
_ Come around acting all big and bad
And Mr.
_ Postman, that's gonna be your ass
Now I pray to the Lord above
Trouble stays a hell away from us
But just in _ case one day it comes
I'm not afraid, I got them loaded up
It's in my blood, it's in my roots, I keep it reeled out through my boots
And they hate to see me winning, cause they say I'm born to lose
It [E] might be true, but I ain't losing, I ain't making no excuses
In a land of the lost, you gotta keep it moving
On them bank rolls [Em] where them alligators crawl
In this long plan, we ain't worried [E] about no law
You can find me [Em] in the woods with my dogs
[E] Under pine trees [Em] in a land of the lost
I've been drinking all this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And [E] if this world keep fucking with me, I ain't never coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep trying to spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealing with you clowns
Bless the Lord, _ _ land _ of the lost _ _ _ _ _
God bless the Lord _ _ _ _
Land of the lost _ _ _ _
It was backwoods and fishing holes, wild hogs and taboos
It was five cats and bag hoes, we were haul ass on these back roads
A bunch of assholes and country hicks, outlaws and lunatics
They would chew tobacco, smoke cigarettes, and their breath smelled like old Milwaukee's best
Back then, no one even ever heard of meth, but nowadays, everybody wanna flirt with death
You better pray up to God for the ones that's left, but between me and you, it's a hell of a mess
I mean, drive through the country, [B] take a look around y'all, you can smell the meth cookers like a fucking hound dog
And I put [Em] too many of my friends in the ground, oh, they locked in the [E] pen and they ain't never coming out
Then the pills came and shit for real changed, childhood just don't feel the same
Daddy strung out and we got bills to pay, so we caught a case and got locked away
Back in the day, it was different times, I guess I came up in the nick of time
Cause I still seen hell and been victimized, but I'ma get what's mine cause I'm a different kind
I'm wide awake, I don't sleep good, I'm from Rock Ridge and Creekwood
In the deep woods, I was raised up so this bullshit don't phase us
No government gonna save us, ain't no way in hell you gonna [E] play us
We prayed up, these masks [Em] off, in these last days, this is the last call
Yo soft [E] ass won't last long, you better stand up and be a man, boy
Don't back down when it goes down, you better learn how to throw hands, boy
On them [B] bank rolls, where [Em] them alligators crawl
In this swamp land, [Em] we ain't worried about no [E] law
You can find [B] me [Em] in the [E] woods with my dogs
Under pine trees in the land of the lost
I been drinking [Em] on this whiskey, got my [E] head up in the clouds
And let this world keep fucking with me, I ain't never coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep trying to spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealing with you clown
God bless them all, _ _ _ _ the land of the lost
_ _ _ _ God bless them all, _ _ _ _ the land of the lost _ _ _ _ _