The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops Probably took 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, the 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 a cutoff Shakin' her hips, take a trip, but he tell me I'm a liar So 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 gonna 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 a cutoff Shakin' her hips, take a trip, but he tell me I'm a liar So 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 a cutoff Shakin' her hips, take a trip, but he tell me I'm a liar So 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 countryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
