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 © N/A Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com