"Life Out Here" lyrics

[Todd Cameron:]
Thirty-five Remingtons up in them stands
Twisted ex boots and calloused hands
It's 4 a.m., huntin' some whitetail deer
Mm, it's a different way of livin'
But we love our life out here

'Cause we all got mud on the flares of a square body Chevy
Smoke them ribs and sip a little whiskey
Ain't gotta guess who we are, 'cause we make it clear
Hell yeah, we cuss a little bit, but we still love Jesus
And meet these fists if you come in between us
Not everyone is cut for that life out here

[Sam Grow:]
Creek beds, truck beds and old Zebcos
No traffic lights, just gravel roads
And our grandpas and grandmas been married for fifty years
It's a different way of livin', but we love our life out here

[Todd Cameron:]
Mm, 'cause we all got mud on the flares of a square body Chevy
Smoke them ribs and sip a little whiskey
Ain't gotta guess who we are, 'cause we make it clear
Hell yeah, we cuss a little bit, but we still love Jesus
And meet these fists if you come in between us
Not everyone is cut for that life out here

'Cause we all got mud on the flares of a square body Chevy
Smoke them ribs and sip a little whiskey
Ain't gotta guess who we are, 'cause we make it clear
Hell yeah, we cuss a little bit, but we still love Jesus
And meet these fists if you come in between us
Not everyone is cut for that life out here
Oh, tell 'em, Sam

[Sam Grow:]
Yeah, long work days and largemouth bass
We take off our hats when they raise that flag

[Todd Cameron:]
It's a different way of livin', but we love our life out here
Yeah, not everyone is cut for that life out here
Oh, yeah