Family Tree

We might pull out our shotgun Shotgun a cold one Bust some clay and let 'em lay there scattered in pieces We might jump on our tractor Disappear in a pasture Break some red ground and break some bread now and end with Jesus Yeah, that's the way we are And our way of life dies hard We're a little backward for this wayward world We march to the beat of some old school Merle Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon We'll survive without no silver spoon Give us ammo, camo, and a Zebco 33 There's a long line of deer stands in our family tree We were raised from the cradle Putting food on the table Our blue collar dollars keep the wolves off the front door If our dreams don't pan out We won't be looking for a handout Unless it's from the hand at the end of the long arm of the Lord We're a little backward for this wayward world We march to the beat of some old school Merle Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon We'll survive without no silver spoon Give us ammo, camo, a Zebco 33 'Cause there's a long line of deer stands in our family tree A Wall Street crash don't affect the cash in our coffee can Yeah, and if the world stops We got some backstrap and crappie for our frying pan And when it all hits the fan Nah, you can't judge us, man We're a little backward for this wayward world We march to the beat of some old school Merle Our whiskey-bent ways ain't everybody's cup of tea We ain't pulling our roots up no time soon We'll survive without no silver spoon Give us ammo, camo, and a Zebco 33 There's a whole lot of deer stands in our family tree We got a whole lot of deer stands in our family tree