Some kids grew up on mean streets
  Dealin' with the crips and bloods
  But me I was born on a back road
  In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud
    The street kid deals with the dealer
  And he's always watchin' his back
  Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine
  Down by the creek bank shack
    Give me .308 and a shotgun
  And a gallon of homemade wine
  Drop me off on a mountainside
  Where the bear and the deer reside
  I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire
  Makin' this guitar ring
  I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines
  While the world goes down the drain
    Just to dwell on life in the city
  Is makin' my blood run cold
  'Cause miles and miles of concrete
  Eats away at the human soul
    When you live and die in the country
  There's a little that your heart can mourn
  With your hands in the dirt and a little work
  You can weather out any storm
    Give me .308 and a shotgun
  And a gallon of homemade wine
  Drop me off on a mountainside
  Where the bear and the deer reside
  I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire
  Makin' this guitar ring
  I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines
  While the world goes down the drain
    I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines
  While the world goes down the drain