Still Goin Down

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