[Intro-talking]
Bottle to the lip taste the burn of tradition,
Every sip a spark of my Georgia ambition.
[Verse]
Mud on my boots, tire tracks in the clay
Hickory smoke, moonlight leads the way
Mason jar sippin’, got the corn mash gold
Homegrown rollin’,
let the story unfold
Ol’ dog howlin’, echoes off the pines
Whiskey on my tongue, sweet like muscadine
The creek runs shallow, but my thoughts run deep
North Georgia nights, where the secrets keep
[Chorus]
Backroads callin’, I can’t ignore
Smoke in the air, shine pours, I want more
Got the mountains whisperin’, low and slow
This is my life, where the wild things grow
[Verse 2]
Rusty tailgate, it’s my throne tonight
Stars so bright, punchin’ holes in the night
Fireflies dancin’, they can’t outshine
The jar in my hand or the buzz in my mind
Pistol in the glove, just in case it’s rough
Out here the law man don’t play tough
Homegrown buzz, got me high as the hawks
North Georgia backroads, where the shadows talk
[Bridge]
Crickets chirp like beats in the dirt
Every sip burns, but it don’t hurt
Pine trees noddin’, they know my name
These backroads sing, it’s a holy flame
[Chorus]
Backroads callin’, I can’t ignore
Smoke in the air, shine pours, I want more
Got the mountains whisperin’, low and slow
This is my life, where the wild things grow
[Verse]
Mud-caked tires, rollin' slow like molasses,
Fields of green, where the law barely passes.
Moonshine jar, sittin' heavy in my hand,
Sip the night away, I’m the king of this land.
Lantern glow, flicker on the pine tree,
Crickets keep time, buzzin’ in the night breeze.
I’m posted up, homegrown in my chest,
Every breath a little closer to the best.
[Chorus]
Backroads callin’, I can’t ignore
Smoke in the air, shine pours, I want more
Got the mountains whisperin’, low and slow
This is my life, where the wild things grow
[Verse 2]
Tin roof tappin’, rain dance percussion,
Banjos hum like the voice of discussion.
Whiskey whispers, echo through the holler,
Pocket full of change but I feel like a baller.
Coyotes howl, that’s my kind of choir,
Fireflies sparkin’, nature’s live wire.
Old pickup frame, creakin’ down the trail,
Life’s a little crooked, but I’m never gonna bail.
[Bridge]
Crickets chirp like beats in the dirt
Every sip burns, but it don’t hurt
Pine trees noddin’, they know my name
These backroads sing, it’s a holy flame
[Chorus]
Backroads callin’, I can’t ignore
Smoke in the air, shine pours, I want more
Got the mountains whisperin’, low and slow
This is my life, where the wild things grow
RMFP
