Chords for Moonshine Bandits - Outback (Extended Remix) (Official Music Video)

_ [D] _ _ _ _ Hey, you don't think this is overkill?
Nah, you said come [Dm] prepared.
You think we're prepared? _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Model over.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [E] _ Oh, my God, Barney.
_ [A] Oh, baby.
[E] _ _ Oh, my [Bb] God, Barney.
[Em] Oh.
Everything we do, we do it out back.
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack.
Back road running, getting dirty on the track.
Backwoods gunning, hitting birdies by [E] the pack.
Everywhere we go, we go to the back.
Backyard [Em] bar serving jars full of batch.
Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the [E] saloon where the jukebox sat.
Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
We're on the track and we're tilting back.
We out behind the XCD and drinking [Em] beer with the lacks.
We up in Nashville, you better tell the haters relax.
So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack,
but I ain't about that.
I just wanna kick it with the women.
[E] Blow a little smoke in it, they like it,
then I'm winning till the gang up in the stack.
They want it, come and get it, cause we out here making friends.
We still living in the pen.
Like [D] the declaration that [E] we live by.
It's [Am] a celebration.
Let the flag [E] fly.
Bring [A] your kids, even your mama [E] and them.
We'll be living the way of storm, the park that we swim.
Pumping the river of friends.
Got it again, [D] somebody been to the gym.
Cali [E] and Tennessee getting the M.
Drinking neat and yell until we drunk and full as hell, man.
So we'll be chilling where the cows at.
If that's a problem for you, we can take it out back.
We do it out back.
[Em] Backyard half charred ribs on a rack.
Back road running, getting dirty on the track.
Backwoods gunning, hitting [E] murders by the pack.
Everywhere we go, we go to the back.
Backyard bar serving jars full of batch.
[Em] Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the saloon where [E] the jukebox at.
Bubba K's back in here to be exact.
Got a bedded with some back acting bad as she can act.
And we going back a few, but I ain't really keeping track.
Now her [Em] man's back, and I'll be easing back.
Yeah, sir, you can have her.
I was briefly caught up in the rap shirt.
Now I'm back in the sort of same mind frame.
Funny thing, I would have it when the time came.
I was in the back drinking with the bandits.
And the charger boys just like I planned it.
Then she walked in, and I was like,
Then she walked back out, then [E] she walked back in.
Look at that, wow, I couldn't back down.
So I stood tall, tried to play it cool.
You think I could?
No.
And just as we was heading back to the house.
Back walking in, yep, there comes her spouse.
And we going [A] back.
[Em] Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack.
Backroad [E] running, getting dirty on the track.
Backwoods gunning, hitting murders by the pack.
Everywhere we go, we go to [A] the back.
[E] Backyard bar serving jars full of batch.
[Em] Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the saloon with [E] a jukebox hat.
Out back with a force [Em] stick.
There's a circle in the middle of a field.
Where a bonfire's lit, cup full of shine.
Copenhagen in my lip, now I'm living sideways.
Probably wake up in a ditch.
So crank that music into the night.
And crack that beer and raise it high.
Stack little blonde on a midnight ride.
Take her back to the country for a real good time.
Each time we do, we do it out back.
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack.
Backroad running, getting dirty on the track. _ _
Backwoods gunning, hitting murders by the pack.
Everywhere we go, we go to the back.
Backyard bar serving jars full of batch.
Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the saloon with [E] a jukebox hat.
Got me stepping in manure every time I spit shit.
Feel like cash in the photo with the bird getting flipped.
Came from the bottom so they label me a catfish.
Worldwide better grab you an atlas.
[Em] Bonfire lit like Willie let's smoke.
Rack full of ribs and a smoker full [E] of oak.
Black smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke.
Barry Bendy out back in the duck blind.
Black lab running, got 100 in his bloodlines.
Came from my back, but I'm back in the lead.
Back like a rack full of fat double D's.
Back with a barrel on a rack, let me squeeze.
Back on the trigger, hit her right between the knees.
Back with the toe strap, I pull him real heavy.
Ladies getting dirty out back on the Chevy.
God bar beauty queen, Bubba call him Dennis.
Pedal to [Em] the metal, baby girl, I'm ready.
I said, tix, tix, and Barry called me back.
He said, we out country, and I said, yeah, that's a fact.
One nice rep, I'm ready to go.
Rivals on the run, time to better pack.
We about to hit the road, rock shows and make a stack.
I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click clack.
Grabbed a can of beer, commanded, loaded it all in a sack.
I caught a flight in A-Town, landed out in SAC.
The bus pulled up, he was big and he was black.
That Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mack.
Had a crumb around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque.
I climbed on up, sat down to relax,
but I heard a lot of ruckus, he was coming from the back.
Everything we do, we do it out [A] back.
[E] Backyard half jar ribs on a rack.
Backyard half jar ribs on a rack.
Back road running, getting dirty on the track.
Backwoods gunning, hitting birdies by the pack.
Everywhere we go, [Em] we go to the back.
Backyard bar serving jars full of batch.
Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the saloon where [E] the jukebox sat.
Talking about a burn pile,
hand off me and my honey.
We could run a game of shoot,
lose a little money.
My talk a little smack, never sipping that [Em] Jack.
Bunch of Jack Bill trucks all parred round back.
[E] Get loose like you do it up in Cali.
Moonshine so smooth, cruising in a Jack.
In the catahyme, we rolled us up a fatty,
went around in the shed.
I had to back up [Em] off of it.
The bus is not here.
See a pack in the back, I'm in [A] the back with a [E] latch.
Get on these bachelor sacks, now how them hecklers act?
See a party in the den, put Bacardi on my breath.
I'm thinking only to myself about the shouty in my left.
Yeah, we still out back.
It's the country I care.
Stinking you can out rap.
Yeah, bitch, and now dad need us all out back.
And we're with the loud ass,
cause we bring your country back quicker than [Em] a snapback.
Everything we do, we do it out [A] back.
[Em] Backyard half charred ribs on a rack.
Back road running, getting dirty on a track.
Backwoods gunning, hitting [E] birdies by the pack.
Everywhere we go, we go to the back.
Our backyard [Em] bar serving jars full of bad.
Back under [E] the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox sat.
Deep thrash in the Georgia boys.
Whip up a Sparks in the Moonshine band.
It's making noise.
And you can find us out back making shine.
You want a taste test?
Then get in line.
Yeah, we keep it real.
We keep the grill fired up.
And I keep a camouflage mud jug.
[Em] Some folks want to hate on us,
but we can take it out back if you [E] want some.
Back [Am] road riding with the hat [E] back.
Drink in my lap in a brown pepper sack.
My cell [D] phone won't [E] get no service.
I'm cool, [A] but city folks get [E] nervous.
Cause they ain't never been out here.
No [A] street lights, and we [E] eat deer.
I'm either in the backyard or the [Em] backwoods.
And I'm living good.
Everything we do, we do it out back.
Backyard half [E] charred ribs on a rack.
Back road running, getting dirty on the track.
Backwoods gunning, hitting birdies by the pack.
Everywhere we go, we go to the back.
Backyard bar serving jars full of batch.
[Em] Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the saloon where the [E] jukebox sat.
Brahma Bull, here he is, and he's bugging on the track.
We ain't talking thick steaks, we were talking outback.
Now we're talking clotheslines and some beat up [Em] cars.
Yeah, we're talking tall pines and a knee-high yard.
Yeah, we're talking all the big-ass cars.
You can find out back.
Gram in this old sling and a shotgun rack.
Got the fire pit staying lit, a bottle of Jack.
Brother K got drunk and made the whip go crack.
Fat-tarn C [E]-Hub started shooting it up.
And the moonshine man that's never given a what.
D-Thrash in the back with a truck all jacked.
Brahma Bull, we're all country when we kick it out back.
I'm all about the beer.
Yeah, I'm all about the whiskey.
I'm all about making all these pretty girls get frisky.
[Em] Don't hate a player, play a hated game.
Outback in this league, and we all are the same.
Chasing the big guns, we're all the same.
Wanting that dream, wanting that fame.
All these new people want to ride on a train.
Ride it on out, take it on over.
[E] Outback's where I'll be when it's all over.
Outback grilling it, Outback chilling it.
Outback working hard for the little bit.
Always being me, yeah, the mud-digger king.
What a beautiful queen, my Outback in my dream.
[B] _ _ [Em]
Everything went dope, we blew it out [A] back.
[E] Backyard half-charged ribs on a rack.
Back road running, getting dirty on the track.
Backwoods gunning it, the murders back.
Outback, everywhere [Em] we go, we go to the back.
Backyard bar serving jars full of batch.
Back under the moon with the tailgate back.
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox sat.