Small Town Shit

Oh-oh-oh I got an A to B truck that they call a Z A cloud of dirt rolled up like it's really weed I got them "gimme into heaven" letters underlined (underlined) I keep a burn shot flying through that welcome sign (welcome sign) Oh-oh-oh, yeah, if you know me you know I Oh-oh-oh, you know I ain't about that big city life I'm on that small town shit I got a thirty aught six And a stick built house out there in them sticks Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick No, I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it I'm on that small town shit (I'm on that -, I'm on that small town shit) Yeah, I'm catching catfish where I wash my sins I'll be out there hanging like them live oak limbs Got a shine in the sky, shine in my drink This country boy surviving like Hank I'm on that small town shit I got a thirty aught six And a stick built house out there in them sticks Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick (I can never kick) I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it I'm on that small town shit (I'm on that -, I'm on that small town -) (I'm on that -, I'm on that small town -) Oh-oh-oh, yeah, if you know me you know I Oh-oh-oh, know I ain't about that big city life I'm on that small town shit I got a thirty aught six And a stick built house out there in them sticks Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick (I can never win) No, I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it I'm on that small town shit (I'm on that -, I'm on that -) I'm on that small town shit I'm on that small town shit