Bitchin'

Well there's a two lane road that'll lead you down to these parts Ya hear the highway end where the crickets and the fiddles start Rubber hits the dirt, and these ole hands work Rows are how you tell what a fella's worth City livin's never fit in to this front porch pickin' life For those of us raised up on bonfires and Coors Light Climb that silver mountain to see what I'm talkin' about Yeah, yeah, welcome to my house! Jacked rides n' moonshine tailgates and trot lines If you wanna be country this is where it all starts From the back 40 to a white picket yard The fields are rich and the gas is cheap Mama's cooking dinner ya 7 days a week It's a southern life we living thank god for what we're givin' Ain't nobody around here ... Bitchin' Stick shift crew cab long beds with boots out Tractors painted green John Deere no doubt Water tower painted state champ names faded Hey it ain't much but it's a little slice of heaven Jacked rides n' moonshine tailgates and trot lines If you wanna be country this is where it all starts From the back 40 to a white picket yard The fields are rich and the gas is cheap Mama's cooking dinner, ya 7 days a week It's a southern life we living thank god for what we're givin' Ain't nobody around here ... Bitchin' City livin's never fit in to this front porch pickin' life For those of us raised up on bonfires and Coors Light If you wanna rock, baby we can roll Down to the pond with a old fishing pole Jacked rides n' moonshine tailgates and trot lines If you wanna be country this is where it all starts From the back 40 to a white picket yard The fields are rich and the gas is cheap Mama's cooking dinner, ya 7 days a week It's a southern life we living thank god for what we're givin' Ain't nobody around here ... Bitchin'