Way of Life
Cypress Spring Lyrics
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Cypress Spring
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain't got to like it and we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change round here
Hitting them back roads ridin' around with my kin folk
Can't much change we stayed the same
Them country boys gon' maintain
We run dogs, outlaws, spot light, gig frogs
Out here these mud bogs
Sitting high on them white walls
We jacked up in our pick ups
Got a dime holdin' my spit cup
She like it when I hit four low
Slingin' rooster tails to the tree top
Look at her say "Let's roll"
She looked at me and say "Hell yeah"
Certified country girl you know we gon' raise hell
And we out here still gettin' it
Backwoods still livin' it
Working hard for what we got
Cash flow, still spendin' it
Yeah, my boys turn up for there
Turn down for what
Hop in the Chevy crank it up
Hit a back road we
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain't got to like it and we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change round here
It's a way of life (Oh whoa)
Hell yeah (Oh whoa)
This ain't the city (Oh whoa)
Round here it's a way of life (Oh whoa)
Hell naw (Oh whoa)
Y'all ain't ready (Oh whoa)
Round here it's a way of life
Me and that ol' back road keep swervin' around these tall pines
Find a spot, pop a top, and take a sip of that apple pie
I just love the slow pace of livin' down south
Hope I die of old age and buried right here at the house
Buddy my bloodline my last name ain't shit changed about me
With that shotgun ain't got to aim keep drankin' 'til I can't see
Livin' way back in the sticks, nah I'm good right where I'm at
Y'all city folk keep rolling on, hey y'all ain't got to come back
Yeah I'm country as a blue tick, boy I thought I told y'all
Ain't ridin' with no new chick, I'm rollin' with my road dog
Way on past the railroad tracks, there's a road up in the back
It winds around away from town, then dwindles down to a two path
Ridin' around them flat woods, sippin' on that act good
We jack 'em up and jack em out, ride 'em out like a Lac should
All my life I been broke, like white trash it's a big joke
Grew up countin' them fence posts and takin' care of our kinfolk
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain't got to like it and we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change round here
It's a way of life (oh whoa)
Hell yeah (oh whoa)
This ain't the city (oh whoa)
Round here it's a way of life (oh whoa)
Hell naw (oh whoa)
Y'all ain't ready (oh whoa)
Round here it's a way of life
Flingin' up mud through the country side
Tearin' up jars of that apple pie
Ain't a damn thing changed we stayin' the same
It's a country boy way of life
Kickin' up dust just me and my crew
Keg full of beer with nothin' to do
Sittin' back watching time fly
It's a country boy way of life
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain't got to like it and we don't give a damn
'Cause we ain't gonna change round here
It's a way of life (oh whoa)
Hell yeah (oh whoa)
This ain't the city (oh whoa)
Round here it's a way of life (oh whoa)
Hell naw (oh whoa)
Y'all ain't ready (oh whoa)
Round here it's a way of life
The song "Way of Life" by Cypress Spring is a celebration of their Southern rural roots and way of living. It starts with the lyrics "Rowdy as they come, proud of where we're from" which is a declaration acknowledging their rambunctious nature and attachment to their birthplace. The song doesn't shy away from the fact that their lifestyle may not be understood or appreciated by everyone as they sing "It might be the middle of nowhere to some, but they ain't got to like it and we don't give a damn 'Cause we ain't gonna change round here". The chorus reiterates the sentiment that this is a way of life for them, and they are not about to change it.
The lyrics talk about spending time riding around in the woods, engaging in country activities such as running dogs, gigging frogs, and participating in mud bogs, with a "dime holding my spit cup". The lyrics also touch on the slow pace of life down south and the idea of dying of old age and being buried "right here at the house". The song emphasizes the importance of family and friends and the connection to the land, and the lyrics "All my life, I've been broke, like white trash it's a big joke, grew up countin' them fence posts and takin' care of our kinfolk" represent the enduring values that Cypress Spring holds dear.
Overall, the song is a proud anthem for those who prefer the simple life filled with good friends, good times, and good music. The song celebrates the sense of community that comes with living in a rural area, as well as a sense of freedom that comes from being able to live life on their own terms.
Line by Line Meaning
Rowdy as they come, proud of where we from
We are loud and energetic, and we take pride in where we’re from.
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
To some people, our hometown might seem unimportant and insignificant.
But they ain't got to like it and we don't give a damn
We don’t care if people don’t like our way of life or our hometown.
'Cause we ain't gonna change round here
We are not going to change who we are, or how we live in our hometown.
It's a way of life
Our lifestyle is unique and it’s something that we have grown up with.
Hitting them back roads ridin' around with my kin folk
We drive around on the less-traveled roads with our family and friends.
Can't much change we stayed the same
We haven’t changed much over the years.
Them country boys gon' maintain
We will always maintain our country lifestyle.
We run dogs, outlaws, spot light, gig frogs
We hunt with our dogs, chase outlaws, use spotlights to find game, and spear frogs.
Out here these mud bogs
We enjoy driving through the muddy terrain.
Sitting high on them white walls
Our trucks have raised suspensions and tires with white lettering on the sidewalls.
We jacked up in our pick ups
Our pickup trucks are modified and raised, making them suitable for off-road driving.
Got a dime holdin' my spit cup
I have a girl with me who is holding my spit cup for me.
She like it when I hit four low
She enjoys it when I put the truck in four-wheel drive mode.
Slingin' rooster tails to the tree top
We make the mud and dirt fly high behind our truck tires.
Look at her say "Let's roll"
She suggests we keep moving.
She looked at me and say "Hell yeah"
She's excited and agrees to keep going.
Certified country girl you know we gon' raise hell
We’re out to have a good time and the girl with me is also from the country, so we’re going to have a great time.
And we out here still gettin' it
We’re still having a good time.
Backwoods still livin' it
We are still living our country lifestyle.
Working hard for what we got
We work hard for what we have.
Cash flow, still spendin' it
We have money and we don't hesitate to spend it.
Yeah, my boys turn up for there
My friends are always excited to be there.
Turn down for what
We never turn down an opportunity to have fun.
Hop in the Chevy crank it up
We get in the Chevy and turn up the volume on the music.
Hit a back road we
We drive on a less-traveled road.
This ain't the city (Oh whoa)
We love our country lifestyle and we don't aspire to be city people.
Y'all ain't ready (Oh whoa)
Others might not be ready to experience our country lifestyle.
Way on past the railroad tracks, there's a road up in the back
We drive on a road that is far away from the city and past the railroad tracks.
It winds around away from town, then dwindles down to a two path
The road takes us away from the town, and then becomes smaller and less traveled.
Ridin' around them flat woods, sippin' on that act good
We drive through the flat woods, drinking liquor made with apples.
We jack 'em up and jack em out, ride 'em out like a Lac should
We modify our trucks and use them to drive through the mud and dirt, as they were designed to do.
All my life I been broke, like white trash it's a big joke
I grew up without a lot of money, and some people make fun of me for it.
Grew up countin' them fence posts and takin' care of our kinfolk
I grew up counting the fence posts and taking care of my family.
Flingin' up mud through the country side
We are kicking up mud as we drive through the countryside.
Tearin' up jars of that apple pie
We’re drinking homemade liquor made with apples.
Ain't a damn thing changed we stayin' the same
We haven’t changed much over the years and are still living our country lifestyle.
Kickin' up dust just me and my crew
We are driving fast and kicking up dust with our group of friends.
Keg full of beer with nothin' to do
We have a keg of beer and nothing else to do except hang out with our friends.
Sittin' back watching time fly
We are relaxing and letting the time pass by.
This ain't the city (Oh whoa)
We're living in the countryside and we love it.
Round here it's a way of life (Oh whoa)
Our country lifestyle is uniquely ours.
Y'all ain't ready (Oh whoa)
Others may not be ready for our lifestyle.
Round here it's a way of life
Our way of life is unique and something we take pride in.
Writer(s): Paul Roche, Kalan Miller, Brian King, Justin N. Spillner, Clay Sharpe, Danny Boone, Jared Ryan Sciullo
Contributed by Lila Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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