Some kids grow up on mean streets   Dealing with the crypts 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 a watchin' a line with the woman of mine   Down by the creek bank shack      Give me a .308 and a shotgun   And a gallon of homemade wine   Drop me off on a mountain side   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      But when you live and you die in the country   There's little that your heart could mourn   With your hands in the dirt   And a little work you can weather out any storm      Give me a .308 and a shotgun   And a gallon of homemade wine   Drop me off on a mountain side   Where the bear and the deer reside      I 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      Give me a .308 and a shotgun   And a gallon of homemade wine   Drop me off on a mountain side   Where the bear and the deer reside      I 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   C'mon!