Sticks

I was raised in the sticks That's where I get my kicks Tailgatin' with my buddies Boots and dog and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek Gods green earth for my sink I feel at home around a crowd of hicks If you're on your feet before the sun comes up And out there in your truck Makin' hay rain or shine Break a sweat before day light Kind that ain't afraid of work Elbow grease and good clean dirt Taste of whiskey made from corn You save your Sundays for the Lord It's a good chance you were born and Raised in the sticks That's where you get your kicks Tailgatin' with your buddies Boots and dog and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek Gods green earth for your sink You feel at home around a crowd of hicks That were raised in the sticks How 'bout them girls in baseball caps Ponytails goin though the back T-shirts tied up in a knot Holey jeans and old flip flops Bet they know some fishin' holes They sure cut down some old dirt roads How to lock and load a gun She'll shoot you straight, believe me son I'm so glad I found me one Raised in the sticks And that's where they get their kicks Tailgatin' with their buddies Boots and dog and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek Gods green earth for your sink You feel at home around a crowd of hicks That were raised in the sticks Tailgatin' with their buddies Boots and dogs and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek Gods green earth for the sink They feel at home around a crowd of hicks That were raised in the sticks Yeah, we're raised in the sticks