| Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun |
| And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son |
| Our necks are burnt, the roads are dirt and our trucks ain’t clean |
| The dogs run loose, we smoke, we chew and fry everything |
| Out here, way out here |
| We don’t take a dime if we ain’t earned it |
| When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own |
| If it’s all backwoods where you live and you’re concerned with |
| Well you can leave us alone |
| 'Cause we’re about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere |
| Way out here |
| We’ve got a fighting side a mile wide but we pray for peace |
| 'Cause it’s mostly us that end up serving overseas |
| Hell, if it was up to me I’d love to see this Country run |
| Like it used to be, like it ought to be and just like it’s done |
| Out here, way out here |
| We don’t take a dime if we ain’t earned it |
| When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own |
| If it’s all backwoods where you live and you’re concerned with |
| You can leave us alone |
| 'Cause we’re about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere |
| Way out here |
| Way out here |
| We don’t take a dime if we ain’t earned it |
| When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own |
| If it’s all backwoods where you live and you’re concerned with |
| You can leave us alone |
| 'Cause we’re about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere |
| About John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere |
| Way out here |
| Way out here |
| Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun |
| And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son |