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 bein' born
in the sticks
And I'll be ****** if I sound
like somethin' 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
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
*** 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