Craig Morgan - Sticks - Sözleri

I was raised in the sticks

Thats were i get my kicks

Tailgatin with my buddys

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 your 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 aint afraid to work elbow grease

and good clean dirt taste of whiskey made from corn

you save your sundays for the lord 

its a good chance you were born and



raised in the sticks

and thats were you get your kicks

Tailgatin with your buddys

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 ya straight believe me son

im so glad i found me one



Raised in the sticks

And thats were they get thier kicks

Tailgatin with thier buddys

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



tailgatin with thier buddys

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

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