The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops Product of some kneelin' down In a town where the doors don't lock And there's a million other people like me From a scene a little more podunk than pop I didn't choose being born in the sticks And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't For some folks a back road gets old But for me, it just can't 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on her cut offs Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar Still circle up big trucks around a fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me It's still goin' down out in the country Somewhere now, someone's out there Sippin' on some hundred proof Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots Workin' a nine to five I'm just another southern hell raiser Ain't breakin' ground Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters But y'all, that's all I know to say So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on her cut offs Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar Still circle up big trucks around a fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me It's still goin' down out in the country 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on her cut offs Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar Still circle up big trucks around a fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me It's still goin' down out in the country
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The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
Product of some kneelin' down
In a town where the doors don't lock
And there's a million other people like me
From a scene a little more podunk than pop
I didn't choose being born in the sticks
And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't
For some folks a back road gets old
But for me, it just can't
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cut offs
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still goin' down out in the country
Somewhere now, someone's out there
Sippin' on some hundred proof
Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues
A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots
Workin' a nine to five
I'm just another southern hell raiser
Ain't breakin' ground
Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters
But y'all, that's all I know to say
So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cut offs
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still goin' down out in the country
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cut offs
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still goin' down out in the country
Fire