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 cuttin' it
 Knobbys with mud flaps
 We be on some other shit
 Couple hundred cattle and
 A pond full 'a southern cat
 You cain't tell me nothin'
 '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 feelin' like Super Smo
 Take another shot hit the burbon
 Now we super blowed
 I'll be in the chicken coop
 Whose goin' chicken huntin'?!
 Catch me on Youtube if ya
 Wanna learn ya somethin'
 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
 chours
 Rollin' on them back roads
 Blowin' pine
 Sippin' on that moonshine
 All the time
 Party in the back yard
 Your's or mine
 (Hey)
 Either way we just
 chours
 Rollin' on them back roads
 Blowin' pine
 Sippin' on that moonshine
 All the time
 Party in the back yard
 Your's or mine
 (Hey)
 Either way we just
 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 guage in the other hand
 And if ys 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
 Fourwheeler ora backhoe
 Workin' on the farm or
 Rollin' down a backroad
 Lookin' for a country gal with
 Alot '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
 Intials in a tree
 chours
 Rollin' on them back roads
 Blowin' pine
 Sippin' on that moonshine
 All the time
 Party in the back yard
 Your's or mine
 (Hey)
 Either way we just
 chours
 Rollin' on them back roads
 Blowin' pine
 Sippin' on that moonshine
 All the time
 Party in the back yard
 Your's or mine
 (Hey)
 Either way we just
 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
 chours
 Rollin' on them back roads
 Blowin' pine
 Sippin' on that moonshine
 All the time
 Party in the back yard
 Your's or mine
 (Hey)
 Either way we just
 chours
 Rollin' on them back roads
 Blowin' pine
 Sippin' on that moonshine
 All the time
 Party in the back yard
 Your's or mine
 (Hey)
 Either way we just