Zac Brown Band - The Woods
One man's trash is another man's treasure
If one stays gone, one tryna stay home
One man's walls might feel like a prison
And some live dyin', I'm dyin' for livin'
Some folks stayin' out in the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em
Don't judge a book by its cover 'cause people look different
Don't shut 'em down, you never know what you missin'
Some people find love, some love fightin'
Some lay with the lambs, and some roll with the lions
What floats your boat might sink mine
And what makes me smile might make you cry
You might get low, I might stay high
To each their own, ain't that right?
One man's trash is another man's treasure
If one stays gone, one tryna stay home (tryna stay home)
One man's walls might feel like a prison
And some live dyin', I'm dyin' for livin' (dyin' for livin')
Some folks stayin' out in the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em
Some people ballin' and dancin', some people twerkin'
Some work on trash like a [?] surgeon
Some mountain don't, some mountain do
Some love the monkeys, some have 'em and move
What floats your boat might sink mine
And what makes me smile might make you cry
You might get low, I might stay high
To each their own, ain't that right?
One man's trash is another man's treasure
If one stays gone, one tryna stay home (tryna stay home)
One man's walls might feel like a prison
And some live dyin', I'm dyin' for livin' (dyin' for livin')
Some folks stayin' out in the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em
Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na
What floats your boat might sink mine
And what makes me smile might make you cry
You might get low, I might stay high
To each their own, ain't that right?
One man's trash is another man's treasure
If one stays gone, one tryna stay home (tryna stay home)
One man's walls might feel like a prison
And some live dyin', but I'm dyin' for livin' (dyin' for livin')
Some folks stayin' out in the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em