[Intro]
[Band tuning, crowd noise rising]
(one, two…)
[Verse 1]
Rust on the tailgate
Mud on my boots
Tin roof cooler
Full of brown proof
Sun just sinkin’
Crickets start to chime
Hookin’ up a nightcrawler
To buy myself some time
[Chorus]
It’s backwoods, bottle, and a line
Old cane pole leanin’ in the pines
If I catch a bass or I just catch a buzz
Either way I’m doin’ just fine (oh I’m fine)
Got a good creek runnin’ through my soul
Little campfire glow in these eyes
Backwoods, bottle, and a line
That’s my kind of Saturday night
[Verse 2]
Truck bed blanket
Radio low
Smoke from the driftwood
Hangin’ in my clothes
Buddy in the front seat
Passed out, hat down
I’m talkin’ to the moon
Like it’s a one-horse town
[Chorus]
It’s backwoods, bottle, and a line
Old cane pole leanin’ in the pines
If I catch a bass or I just catch a buzz
Either way I’m doin’ just fine (yeah I’m fine)
Got a good creek runnin’ through my soul
Little campfire glow in these eyes
Backwoods, bottle, and a line
That’s my kind of Saturday night
[Bridge]
Mama said I’d drown out here
But the water keeps me sane
Every cast is a little prayer
Drippin’ whiskey, driftin’ blame
Got a past I ain’t proud of
Got a future I don’t know
But this old river knows my name
And it still lets me go
[Chorus]
It’s backwoods, bottle, and a line
Old cane pole leanin’ in the pines
If I catch a bass or I just catch a buzz
Either way I’m doin’ just fine (hey!)
Got a good creek runnin’ through my soul
Little campfire glow in these eyes
Backwoods, bottle, and a line
That’s my kind of Saturday night
[Outro]
Backwoods, bottle, and a line
(raise ‘em up now)
Creek keeps rollin’, so do I
One more cast, one more try
Backwoods, bottle, and a line
Good Lord, that’s a life I don’t mind