Cody Webb - Sticks Lyrics

Way out past your last chance for gas
We work hard for a dollar, but we straight outta cash
Buddy we aint even got a map dot
But we ain't worried bout what we ain't got
No Instagram models from the big city
Just some hometown girls, but they still pretty
We aint sippin' red wine all yuppied up
We drinkin' home made shine from a red cup

We are what we are, we ain't what we aint
We love what we love, got Jesus and a truck
And gas in the tank, and even if you ain't from around here
You oughta stick around and have another round here
You're gonna know it when ya see it going down here
You could probably get used to this
Out here in the sticks

With my 30-06 in the gun rack, we talk country smack
And kids smash pennies on the railroad tracks
We keep our windows rolled down, our music up loud
Crankin' everything from Skynyrd to Hank
We just livin' off the land, raisin' what we eat
Homegrown tomatoes, spittin' watermelon seeds
Blessing everybody's heart while we snappin' beans
On the front porch swingin' on the front porch swing

We are what we are, we ain't what we aint
We love what we love, got Jesus and a truck
And gas in the tank, and even if you ain't from around here
You oughta stick around and have another round here
You're gonna know it when ya see it going down here
You could probably get used to this
Out here in the sticks


Out here in the sticks, we raise blue ticks
If your truck gets stuck in the ditch
Hook it up to the hitch of my 4 wheel drive
(Yea a country boy can survive)

We are what we are, we ain't what we aint
We love what we love, got Jesus and a truck
And gas in the tank, and even if you ain't from around here
You oughta stick around and have another round here
You're gonna know it when ya see it going down here
You could probably get used to this
Out here in the sticks