Land Of The Lost

(albüm: Outlaw Nation, Vol. 1 - 2021)

On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees in the land of the lost

I've been drinking on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fucking with me I ain't ever coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass but I ain't dealing with you clowns

Bless 'em all
Land of the lost
God bless 'em all
Land of the lost

I was raised in the country (Country)
And I paid all my dues (All my dues)
I was made in the country (Country)
And I won't change just for you (Just for you)
The place I call my home is deep out in the woods
If you don't belong you better keep up out these woods
I like my trucks loud and my cars real fast, and I
Love the sound of a shotgun blast
Come around acting all big and bad then
Mister postman, it's gonna be your ass
Now I pray to the Lord above
Trouble stays the hell away from us
But just in case one day it comes
I'm not afraid, I got 'em loaded up
It's in my blood, it's in my roots
I keep it real down to my boots
And they hate to see me winning
'Cause they say I'm born to lose
Might be true but I ain't losing
I ain't making no excuses
In the land of the lost you gotta keep it moving

On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees in the land of the lost

I've been drinking on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fucking with me I ain't ever coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass but I ain't dealing with you clowns

Bless 'em all
Land of the lost
God bless 'em all (Come on)
Land of the lost (Nu Breed)

It was backwoods and fishing holes
Wild hogs and tadpoles
It was bobcats and bad colds
We would haul ass on these backroads
A bunch of assholes and country hicks
Outlaws and lunatics
That would chew tobacco and smoke cigarettes
And their breath smelled like a Milwaukee's vest
Back then no one even ever heard of me
But nowadays everybody wanna flirt with death
You better pray up to God for the ones that's left
But between me and you it's a hell of a mess
I mean, drive through the country, take a look around, y'all
You can smell the meth cooking like a fucking hound dog
I done put too many of my friends in the ground
Or they locked in the pen and they ain't ever coming out
Then the pills came and shit for real changed
Childhood just don't feel the same
Daddy strung out and we got pills to pay
So we caught a case and got locked away
Back in the days it was different times, I
Guess I came up in the nick of time
'Cause I still seen hell and been victimized
But I'ma get what's mine 'cause I'm a different kind
I'm wide awake, I don't sleep good
I'm from Rock Ridge and Creekwood
In the deep woods I was raised up
So this bullshit don't phase us
No government gon' save us
Ain't no way in hell you gon' play us
We prayed up, these masks off
And these last days, this is last call
Your soft ass won't last long
You better stand up or be a man, boy
Don't back down when it goes down
You better learn how to throw hands, boy

On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees in the land of the lost

I've been drinking on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fucking with me I ain't ever coming down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass but I ain't dealing with you clowns

Bless 'em all
Land of the lost
God bless 'em all
Land of the lost