Backwoods Backwards Lyrics by Bryan Andrews
Grew up north of that old big muddy
Paid my dues making oilfield money
Watched good men turn a bottle into a thief
Hunting whitetails on the same hundred acres
Where my granddaddy swore he’d meet his maker
By God I ain’t ever gonna leave
If he could see how it turned out
And what they say about us now
Well the man in black didn’t take no shit
From a bought belt buckle and a loudmouth bitch
And if Guthrie saw what I’m seeing now
He’d say boy tear those fascists down
If what I am ain’t what you heard
Please don’t get my Backwoods backwards
I vote the same color as my collar
‘Cause I know it ain’t the immigrant stealing my dollar
It’s the billionaire who profits on the bombs going over seas
Words in red said love thy neighbor
Unless I guess you’re on your death bed in labor
‘Cause your life ain’t important as the one that you conceived
Lord knows this land wasn’t made for you and me
Well the man in black didn’t take no shit
From a bought belt buckle and a loudmouth bitch
If Guthrie saw what I’m seeing now
He’d say boy tear those fascists down
If what I am ain’t what you heard
Please don’t get my Backwoods backwards
Well the man in black didn’t take no shit
From a bought belt buckle and a loudmouth bitch
If Guthrie saw what I’m seeing now
He’d say boy tear those fascists down
If what I am ain’t what you heard
Please don’t get my Backwoods backwards
