(Jim Rushing/Keith Sewell)



Some kids grew up on mean streets

Dealin' with the crips and bloods

But me I was born on a back road

In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud



The street kid deals with the dealer

And he's always watchin' his back

Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine

Down by the creek bank shack



Give me .308 and a shotgun

And a gallon of homemade wine

Drop me off on a mountainside

Where the bear and the deer reside

I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire

Makin' this guitar ring

I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines

While the world goes down the drain



Just to dwell on life in the city

Is makin' my blood run cold

'Cause miles and miles of concrete

Eats away at the human soul



When you live and die in the country

There's a little that your heart can mourn

With your hands in the dirt and a little work

You can weather out any storm



Give me .308 and a shotgun

And a gallon of homemade wine

Drop me off on a mountainside

Where the bear and the deer reside

I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire

Makin' this guitar ring

I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines

While the world goes down the drain



I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines

While the world goes down the drain