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 backroad 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 cutoffs 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 Everyday, 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 cutoffs 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 cutoffs 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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