Dillon Carmichael - Family Tree Lyrics

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, and a Zebco 33
There's a long line of deer stands
In our family tree

Wall street crash don't affect the cash in our coffee can
And if the world stops, we got some backstrap and crappie for our frying' pan
And when it all hits the fan
Naw 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
Gotta a whole lot of deer stands
In our family tree