Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy´s girls
Children of the corn field
Tryna turn a shift job into a dollar bill
We wear them muddy boots
Stay true to how we´re raised

Ain´t nothin´ bout us fake

You know we´re straight out of that dirty south
Dirty roads, nobody got no money
Got them shined up pickup trucks
Whistlin´ at them honies
From the country, yes sir
You know we´re straight out of that long week work
At night, everybody wanna party
All night long, bonfire on the back 40
In the middle of nowhere, ain´t nobody leavin´ here
Til we´re straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer

Just a bunch of John Deere junkies
Gettin´ funky to some old Hank

Nothin´ been stuck in the mud that we can´t
Hook up to a rusty chain in the summer or in the rain
Yeah, it´s a kind of thing

You know we´re straight out of that dirty south
Dirty roads, nobody got no money
Got them shined up pickup trucks
Whistlin´ at them honies
From the country, yes sir
You know we´re straight out of that long week work
At night, everybody wanna party
All night long, bonfire on the back 40
In the middle of nowhere, ain´t nobody leavin´ here
Til we´re straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer

You know we´re straight out of that dirty south
Dirty roads, nobody got no money
Got them shined up pickup trucks
Whistlin´ at them honies
From the country, yes sir
You know we´re straight out of that long week work
At night, everybody wanna party
All night long, bonfire on the back 40
In the middle of nowhere, ain´t nobody leavin´ here
Til we´re straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer