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