Ridin’ with Jacko through the backwoods, this song celebrates life with trucks, tobacco, and a little bit of chaos. Full of humor, local flavor, and moonshine dreams, it’s a rowdy slice of country living at its finest.
Lyrics
Backhoe and tobacco ridin’ with Jacko
Truck bed full blowin' smoke like a wacko
Chewin’ like a gecko spittin’ out an echo
Life down here’s just loco oh yeah that’s so
I wake up at dawn with the rooster’s crow
Boots in the mud but my soul’s aglow
The barn’s stacked high and the leaves hang low
Chewin’ on a stem like ol’ Paco yo
Cousin Clyde says it’s good for the soul
Medicinal leaf in a jelly roll
He once sold snuff down in Morocco
Now he plays spoons and drinks Prosecco
Backhoe and tobacco ridin’ with Jacko
Truck bed full blowin' smoke like a wacko
Chewin’ like a gecko spittin’ out an echo
Life down here’s just loco oh yeah that’s so
We got sweet Burley flue-cured bright
Hung in the barn ‘til the time is right
Sticky fingers brown like cocoa
But we don't care we just go-go-go
They say it's bad and makes you cough
But it keeps our local economy aloft
I sell cigars to a fella named Rocco
He tips real big and he smells like gazpacho
Backhoe and tobacco ridin’ with Jacko
Livin’ like legends in the backwoods shack-o
Ain’t got much just corn and Tabasco
And a dream full o’ smoke and a moonshine flask-o