Song Lyric Sunday – “Boondocks” by Little Big Town

This week Jim Adams has prompted us with choosing songs pertaining to Days of the Week for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday. I chose “Boondocks” by Little Big Town. This song is relatable to me! I was born in a small town in Texas and learned to play cards and dominos at a young age. When I stayed with my grandparents in the country on the weekends, we would get up and go to church on Sunday morning.

Every member of Little Big Town is credited with co-writing this song, plus Wayne Kirkpatrick, an American songwriter and musician. “Boondocks” was the first single from their second studio album The Road to Here. Originally the song was named “Waiting for the Sun to Go Down”. According to Karen Fairchild, one of the group’s members, “We kinda set it aside for a few days and then Wayne Kirkpatrick, one of the song’s co-writers came back.” Little Big Town decided to turn it into a Southern anthem. Kirkpatrick suggested changing the lyrics from “waiting on the sun to go down” to “I’m born and raised in the boondocks”. At that point the song was born. “Boondocks” is a song about being proud of your roots, even if they are humbling and poor. Welcome to the country, folks!


SONG FACTS

  • Written by Little Big Town Members, Karen Fairchild, Kimberly Roads, Phillip Sweet & Jimi Westbrook along with songwriter Wayne Kirkpatrick.
  • Released in May 2005
  • It was Little Big Town’s first top 10 hit on the Billboard Country Songs chart, peaking at #9.
  • Reached #46 on the US Billboard Hot 100.

“Boondocks”

I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
And I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it's still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
It's where I learned about living
It's where I learned about love
It's where I learned about working hard
And having a little was just enough
It's where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that's home to me
It feels like home to me
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night (sing a little prayer for me)
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night (sing a little prayer for me)
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night (sing a little prayer for me)
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night (sing a little prayer for me)
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night (sing a little prayer for me)
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night (sing a little prayer for me)
Church on Sunday morning
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: James Lee Westbrook / Karen Fairchild / Phillip Sweet / Kimberly Roads / Wayne Kirkpatrick / Kimberly Schlapman / James Westbrook
Boondocks lyrics Β© Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Downtown Music Publishing

21 Comments on “Song Lyric Sunday – “Boondocks” by Little Big Town

    • Yep you did see this. I’m so behind on everything!!! I’ve been like this for weeks. I can’t seem to catch up. It was wonderful coming from the humble country. Being financially poor wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. 😊

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    • Thanks so much! I love the “5 card poker on Saturday night, church on Sunday morning”. Reminds me of my grandparents playing dominoes until late at night with friends. Then off to church the next morning. πŸ™‚

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