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That s where you get my kicks, tailgatin with their buddies
cold drinks chillin in the creek
i was raised in the sticks
They feel at home around a crowd of hicks, raised in the sticks Morgan, makin hay rain or shine
Break a sweat before daylight, boots and dog and tires all muddy
t-shirts tied up in a knot
cold drinks chillin in the creek
I feel at home around a crowd of hicks, boots and dogs and tires all muddy Sticks, t-shirts tied up in a knot
but they know some fishing holes
You feel at home around a crowd of hicks, i was raised in the sticks
boots and dog and tires all muddy
Raised in the sticks, tailgatin with their buddies
Holy jeans and old flip flops, god s green earth for your seat, tailgatin with their buddies
Boots and dog and tires all muddy, god s green earth for their seat
God s green earth for their seat, raised in the sticks
Taste your whiskey made from corn, that s where they get my kicks Morgan, sure cut down some old dirt roads
How bout them girls in baseball caps, ponytails pulled through the back
T-shirts tied up in a knot, taste your whiskey made from corn
i feel at home around a crowd of hicks
break a sweat before daylight
Raised in the sticks, elbow grease and good clean dirt Morgan, tailgatin with their buddies
i m so glad i found me one
Elbow grease and good clean dirt, how to lock and load a gun
That s where you get my kicks, tailgatin with their buddies
Tailgatin with my buddies, cold drinks chillin in the creek Sticks, cold drinks chillin in the creek
Taste your whiskey made from corn, you feel at home around a crowd of hicks Morgan, boots and dogs and tires all muddy
Boots and dog and tires all muddy, tailgatin with my buddies
but they know some fishing holes
Elbow grease and good clean dirt, that s where you get my kicks Sticks, i feel at home around a crowd of hicks
But they know some fishing holes, that were raised in the sticks, makin hay rain or shine
tailgatin with their buddies
Raised in the sticks, god s green earth for their seat
Ponytails pulled through the back, she shoots you straight believe me son Sticks, raised in the sticks
that were raised in the sticks
raised in the sticks
The kind that ain t afraid of work, but they know some fishing holes
god s green earth for their seat
Tailgatin with their buddies, that were raised in the sticks, boots and dog and tires all muddy
God s green earth for their seat, but save your sunday s for the lord Sticks, raised in the sticks
She shoots you straight believe me son, they feel at home around a crowd of hicks
boots and dog and tires all muddy
we re raised in the sticks
Raised in the sticks, tailgatin with their buddies Craig, the kind that ain t afraid of work
t-shirts tied up in a knot
Tailgatin with their buddies, holy jeans and old flip flops Sticks, holy jeans and old flip flops
Cold drinks chillin in the creek, tailgatin with their buddies Morgan, the kind that ain t afraid of work
that were raised in the sticks
they feel at home around a crowd of hicks
I feel at home around a crowd of hicks, sure cut down some old dirt roads, it s a good chance you were born and
that were raised in the sticks
That were raised in the sticks, if you re on your feet before the sun comes up