Lyrics:

Everything we do
We do it out back
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack

Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Outback where the forest is thick
There's a circle in the middle of field where a bonfires lit
Cup full of shine Copenhagen in my lip
Now I'm slippin sideways probably wake up in a ditch
So crank that music into the night
And crack that beer and raise it high
Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
Take her back to the country for a real good time

Everything we do
We do it out back
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Got me steppin in manure everytime I spit shit
Feel like cash in the photo with the bird getting flipped
Came from the bottom so they label me a Catfish
Worldwide better grab you an atlas
Bonfire lit like willie let's smoke
Rack full of ribs in a smoker full of oak
Blackberry brandy off back in a duck blind
Black lab running got hunting in his blood lines
Came from a back but I'm back in the lead
Back like a rack full of fat double D's
Back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze
Back on the trigger hit her right between the knees
Back with a tow strap I pull em real heavy
Ladies getting dirty out back on the Chevy
Dive bar beauty queen Bubba call 'em Betty's
Pedal to the metal baby girl I'm ready

Everything we do
We do it out back
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny
We can run a game of shoes we can lose a little money
Might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack
Bunch of jacked up trucks all parked round back
Yeah, get loose like ya do it up in Cali
Shine so smooth like ya crusing in a Caddy
Then we rolled us up a fatty went around to the shed
I had to backup off it it was buzzin' my head

See I'm back in the mac
I'm in the back with the Lacs
Get on these bachelor sacs
Now how hacklers act
See I'm partyin' to death
With Bacardi on my breath
I'm thinkin' naughty to myself
About this shawty on my left
Yeah we still outback
It's the country outkasts
Thinkin' you can out rap
Yeah bitch I doubt that
Meet us all outback
And we'll whoop that loud ass
Cause where bringin' country back
Quicker then a snap back

Everything we do
We do it out back
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Everything we do
We do it out back
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at