Song Lyrics

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

Out back where the forest is thick
There's a circle in the middle of the field where a bonfire's 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
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard 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 runnin', got huntin' in his bloodline
Came from a back but I'm back in the lead
Back like a rack full of fat double-Ds
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 gettin' dirty out back on the Chevy
Dive-bar beauty queen, bubba call 'em Betties
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
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard 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 honey
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 crusin' in a Caddy
Then we rolled us up a fatty, went around to the shed
I had to back up off it, it was buzzin my head

See, I'm back in the 'Mac Im in the back with the lacs
Get on these bachelor sacs
Now, how hackers is that 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 out back, it's the country outcast thinkin' you can out-rap
Yeah, bitch, I doubt that
Meet us all out back and we'll whoop that loud ass
'Cause we're 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
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard 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
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Albert Ty Weathers, Andrew King Brian, Brett Brooks, Clayton Sharpe Robert, Dusty Dahlgren, Stephens Derek John

The duration of Outback is 3:35 minutes and seconds.