I move to the big city, to make a little bit of money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel and stone.
I’ve got a neighbor, he's a lawyer, his wife could be his daughter, he don’t know what to think of me
‘Cause I sight my bow on a styrofoam doe, I'm 'bout a whole lot of eighteen green

‘Cause I ain’t out of the woods yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive
A country boy can survive
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear the mossy oak from head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet

Oh, I’m a little hell, baby

I’ve got a manicure lawn and a concrete pond where my buddies all like to hang
We fire up the smoke and get some pretty girls over crank the hank, I’ll let her shake that thang
And when the moon goes rising and the skeeters start to bite, all the neighbors is turning in
We be breaking out the shine in it's hell yeah time ‘till the sun comes up again

‘Cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive
A country boy can survive
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear the mossy oak from head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet

Country of the conway, sweet tea all day, if you don’t know what I mean
I be sipping on some shine, putting clothes on the line, eating corn bread and buttered beans

‘Cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive
A country boy can survive
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear mossy oak from my head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet