We ain't kickin' it inside We ain't kickin' it outside We're just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry And makin' that swing swing side to side Singin' "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do" Come on, girl, can you feel that groove? The mandolin is strummin', All my friends are comin' We're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky, Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]
We ain't kickin' it uptown (No!) We ain't kickin' it downtown (Hell no!) We're just lightin' it up on the low-down Blowin' smoke on a Blue Tick Coonhound Singin' "Boom, boom, boom-di-boom!" Come on, y'all, can you feel that groove? Swamp air comin' through the screen door, Bare feet stompin' on the wood floor We're just diggin' it, finger lickin' pickin' out in the country Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]
Just sittin' here workin' on a flip-flop tan Got a cold Bush light and a coozie in my hand Dang, I don't be needin' no white sand beach I got the sweetest little Georgia peach in a two piece Belly button ring is shinin' like a diamond Says I oughta be up onstage at the Ryman I don't need no crowd, no light, smoke production The beer's ice cold and the subwoofer's bumpin' Sittin' on a cloud, feelin' pretty lucky Dang, it feels good to be a front porch junkie (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]
We ain't kickin' it inside (No!) We ain't kickin' it outside (Hell no!) We're just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry And makin' that swing swing side to side Singin' "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do" Come on, girl, can you feel that groove? The mandolin is strummin', All my friends are comin' We're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky, Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
