Kickin It In Tennessee

Hey, it's a party over here

Bring your people to the other side

Take them back roads

You might wanna bring your other ride

Big chrome wheels, custom paint

That ain't cutting it

Knobbys with mud flaps

We be on some other shit

Couple hundred cattle and

A pond full of southern cat

You cain't tell me nothing

'bout bar-b-que and both of that

Meet me in the middle t and

Show you how we krump it up

Hang it in the barn

Let it cure 'til that proper stuff

Chattanooga shine

Got me feeling like super smo

Take another shot hit the bourbon

Now we super blowed

I'll be in the chicken coop

Whose going chicken hunting'?!

Catch me on youtube if ya

Wanna learn ya something

Bout this simple southern

Country boy outta tennessee

Hit me up on myspace if ya

Wanna get at me

Right around the corner there's

A perfect place for you an me

We all call it home but you can

Call it tennessee

Rollin' on them back roads

Blowin' pine

Sipping on that moonshine

All the time

Party in the back yard

Your's or mine

(hey)

Either way we just

Kickin' it in tennessee

Rollin' on them back roads

Blowin' pine

Sipping on that moonshine

All the time

Party in the back yard

Your's or mine

(hey)

Either way we just

Kickin' it in tennessee

Now if ya cain't

Shoot it, race it, sleep wit it, or eat it

Down here in middle tennessee

Ya just don't need it

Rabbit trap in one

12 gauge in the other hand

And if ya don't love this country

Boy find another, man

Need me a mid tenn

Thoroughbred chick

That can eat a granny smith apple

Through a picket fence

Maybe dream about it

Won't quit for days

She's fine as a frog hair

Split four ways

Fresh cut like a hay field

Know what i mean?

Have you ever seen a country

Boy so damn clean

John deere tractor

Four wheeler or a backhoe

Workin' on the farm or

Rollin' down a back-road

Looking for a country gal with

A lot 'a street smarts

Spend a couple thousand of

My money down at wal-mart

Thick legged, thick booty

Sweet like tea

Baby girl lets go carve our

Initials in a tree

Rollin' on them back roads

Blowin' pine

Sipping on that moonshine

All the time

Party in the back yard

Your's or mine

(hey)

Either way we just

Kickin' it in tennessee

Rollin' on them back roads

Blowin' pine

Sipping on that moonshine

All the time

Party in the back yard

Your's or mine

(hey)

Either way we just

Kickin' it in tennessee

Big ass white boy

Boss of the dirt roads

Fruit, wine, and sticky

I can get it by the truckload

Sippin' on fire water

Smokin' on a hog leg

Rubbin' on a southern belle

Chewin' on a frog leg

'bout a hundred youngins at

The bar-b-que at noontime

After the sun sets it's straight

To the moonshine

Single barrel shot

A fishin' pole and a coon hound

Capable of turnin' any city

To a boom town

So tennessee ain't the type that

Ya love to hate

Slick as goat spit

Tough as a two dollar pig steak

Dogs on the porch

Coveralls on the clothes line

I be takin' care of things

Tell me when it's go time

Better come correct when

You step on my grass

Let your mouth write a check

That your ass cain't cash

Round up a hundred

Honkeys with just one whistle

With a buzz like that

I don't even need a pistol