The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
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Product of some kneelin' down
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In a town where the doors don't lock
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And there's a million other people like me
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From a scene a little more podunk than pop
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I didn't choose being born in the sticks
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And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't
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For some folks a back road gets old
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But for me, it just can't
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'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
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We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
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Every country girl got on her cut offs
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Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
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Still circle up big trucks around a fire
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Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
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Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
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It's still goin' down out in the country
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Somewhere now, someone's out there
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Sippin' on some hundred proof
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Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues
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A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots
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Workin' a nine to five
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I'm just another southern hell raiser
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Ain't breakin' ground
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Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters
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But y'all, that's all I know to say
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So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume
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'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
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We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
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Every country girl got on her cut offs
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Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
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Still circle up big trucks around a fire
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Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
+
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
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It's still goin' down out in the country
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'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
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We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
+
Every country girl got on her cut offs
+
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
+
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
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Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
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Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
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It's still goin' down out in the country
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