Chillin In The Backwoods

[Chorus]
D Am C G
And now we're chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
D Am C G
Chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
D Am C G
Chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
D Am C G D
Chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
  Am                 D
Thrash here on the mic
C
Gonna tell ya little somethin' 'bout a place I like
G
Yeah, we grew up in the backwoods
D
But we been on the road doin' shows
Am
So, it's been a little hard missin' home
C
Been gone so long that I feel alone
G
I can't help how I feel, when I miss the place
D
And I used to get a buzz off just a case
Am
But, everything has changed
C
The Jawga Boyz have made a name
G
But I can't complain 'cause I love the fans
D
I love signin' shirts and love shakin' hands
Am
And you hear how a song that I wrote
C
Helped them in life when nothin' was goin' right
G
Now it's time for me to go home
D
Light the bonfire and play this song

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[Chorus]
D Am C G
And we're chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
D Am C G
Chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
D Am C G
Chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
D Am C G D
Chillin' in the backwoods whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Am
Everything's been hectic since we been gone
C
But now we're back baby, home sweet home
G
Back in the land of the brotherhood
D
With my rednecks and homies and it's all good
Am
Down by the creek, where the water flows cold
C
Same ol' stuff and it never gets old
G
Chillin' by the fire while your stories get told
D
And if we get bored then we hit a dirt road
Am
I know where to go just to find my soul
C
And ya dig real deep in a big mud hole
G
Maybe take my son out with a fishin' pole
D
When ya in the backwoods that's how ya roll
Am
So I'ma take it slow and be a simple man
C
'Cause at the end of the day, that's all I am
G
Spendin' time with my fam on all my land
D
And I'll pop this top and I'll play this jam

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[Verse 4]
Am
Man I love it here in the sticks
C
And the sound of a southern rock guitar lick
G
Raised on country, southern rock
D
But I always loved a little hip (hip) hop (hop)
Am C
And we throw it down for miles around
Everybody knows when to come
G D
When the bonfire's blazin' high, you can't deny
We're 'bout to have some fun
Am
Got the trucks backed up
C
With the tailgates down, no cops around
G
We sippin' shine here, I don't mind
D
Take a swig of this and lets shoot some signs, yeah
Am
No place that I'd rather be
C
Ain't nobody else that I'd rather see, so
G
Now it's time for us to unwind
D
Play that song for me one mo' time

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[Próxima Parte]
D
That's right, come on ya'll ride this one out with us

[Outro]
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