That deputy don't get paid enough

Risking his life trying to catch me on a country road

We're far from the city and this land is rough

Now I'm taking him out to a place that he don't know

Whoa, I'm almost home.

I'm back in the woods again

I'm back in the woods again

And I know that mountain like the back of my hand

I'm back in the woods again.

The buckshot whipping right past my ear

That's when I lose him down in the fog

The birds gonna let me know if he's near

And that's when I hide in a hollow log

Whoa, I'm almost home.

I'm back in the woods again

I'm back in the woods again

And I know that mountain like the back of my hand

I'm back in the woods again.

I'm back in the woods again

I'm back in the woods again

And I know that mountain like the back of my hand

I'm back in the woods again

I know that mountain like the back of my hand

I'm back in the woods again.