Kickin It In Tennessee

Hey, it's a party over here, bring your people to the other side

Take them backroads, you might wanna bring your other ride

Big chrome wheels, custom paint, that ain't cuttin' it

Knobbies with the mud flaps, we be on some other shit

Couple hunnid cattle and a pond full of Southern Cat'

You can't tell me nothin' 'bout barbeque and both of that

Meet me in the middle T and show you how we crop it up

Hang it in a bar, let it cure till that proper stuff

Chattanooga 'Shine got me feeling like Super Smo

Take another shot, hit the purp, now we super blowed

I be in the chicken coop, who is going chicken huntin'?

Catch me on the YouTube if you wanna learn ya something

'Bout the simple Southern country boy outta Tennessee

Hit me up on MySpace if you wanna get at me

Right around the corner there's a perfect place for you and me

We all call it home, but you can call it Tennessee

Rollin' on them backroads, blowin' pine

Sippin' on that moonshine all the time

Party in the backyard, yours or mine?

Either way, we just kickin' it in Tennessee

Rollin' on them backroads, blowin' pine

Sippin' on that moonshine all the time

Party in the backyard, yours or mine?

Either way, we just kickin' it in Tennessee

Now if you can't shoot it, race it, sleep with it or eat it

Down here in middle Tennessee you just don't need it

Rabbit trap in one, 12 gauge in the other hand

And if you don't love this country, boy, find another, man

Need me a mid-10 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 hayfield, know what I mean?

Have you ever seen a country boy so damn clean?

John Deere tractor, 4 wheeler or a backhoe

Working on a farm or rollin' down the backroads

Looking for a country gal with a lot of street smarts

Spend a couple thousand of my money down at Wal-Mart

Thick-legged, big booty, sweet like tea, baby girl

Let's go carve our initials in a tree

They were rollin' on them backroads, blowin' pine

Sippin' on that moonshine all the time

Party in the backyard, yours or mine?

Either way, we just kickin' it in Tennessee

Rollin' on them backroads, blowin' pine

Sippin' on that moonshine all the time

Party in the backyard, yours or mine?

Either way, we just kickin' it in Tennessee

Big ass white boy, boss of the dirt roads

Fruit wine is sticky, I can get it by the truckloads

Sippin' on firewater, smoking on a hog leg

Rubbin' on a Southern Belle, chewing on a frog leg

'Bout a hundred youngins at the barbeque at noontime

After the sun sets, it's straight to the moonshine

Single barrel shotty, fishing pole and a coon hound

Capable of turning any city into a boomtown

Smooth Tennessee got the type that you love to hate

Slick as gold spits off his two-dollar pigsteak

Dogs on the porch, coveralls on the clothesline

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 can't cash

Round up a hundred honkies with just one whistle

With a buzz like that, I don't even need a pistol

Rollin' on them backroads, blowin' pine

Sippin' on that moonshine all the time

Party in the backyard, yours or mine?

Either way, we just kickin' it in Tennessee

Rollin' on them backroads, blowin' pine

Sippin' on that moonshine all the time

Party in the backyard, yours or mine?

Either way, we just kickin' it in Tennessee