One, two, three
Losing our minds in the field tonight
And the sun's going down, losing light and still
Got a long, long way to go
Just keep the boys around me, Lord
I wouldn't want it any way I had before, I swear
We'll make it through the morn'
Well, we're driving all the fences
Dolin' our senses
Doin' our work till it works us senseless
Just puttin' in our time
But it ain't too bad with the company
Of a couple good fellas sittin' next to me
Let's see
See the sun damn shine
So, Lord
Take me down to the back forty again
'Fore we all run ragged and run to all our ends
Give me the pain with the good
Track through the trails if we still could
Oh man
Well, in the back forty again
Take me to the back forty again
Oh
We got tired hands and calloused eyes
Been working all day, slaving all night
I guess, you can't pay back what you owe
But the cups are all filled with the golden caps
We're cooped up in the mod
We're throwing mags, oh boy
Better get 'em nice and high
So, Lord
Take me down to the back forty again
'Fore we all run ragged and run to all our ends
Give me the pain with the good
Track through the trails if we still could
Oh man
Well, in the back forty again
Take me to the back forty again
Oh
So, Lord
Take me down to the back forty again
'Fore we all run ragged and run to all our ends
Give me the pain with the good
Track through the trails if we still could
Oh man
Well, in the back forty again
Oh
Back forty again
Oh
Back forty again
