| Slingin' mud on the trails ain’t afraid to kick the dirt up
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| Ridin' backroads in towns that you ain’t never even heard of
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| Camouflage in my hat but Sunday mornin' dressed up
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| Not before the party might have been a little messed up
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| Don’t get it twisted, in case you wasn’t listenin'
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| I’m a little bit of sweet
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| I’m a little back woods
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| Little good at gettin' dirty underneath the hood
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| Daddy taught me tough love
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| Mama taught me don’t judge
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| A little reckless with a southern touch
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| I’m lovin', prayin', hell raisin'
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| Small town no doubt
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| I’m from the south
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| Oh yeah, I’m from the south
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| Turn them heads of the boys from the sideline at the home game
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| Later on at the bar drinkin' beer and takin' shots of no shame
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| No drive though, don’t get it misunderstood
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| 'Cause my home cookin’s good
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| I’m a little bit of sweet
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| I’m a little back woods
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| Little good at gettin' dirty underneath the hood
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| Daddy taught me tough love
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| Mama taught me don’t judge
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| A little reckless with a southern touch
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| I’m lovin', prayin', hell raisin'
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| Small town no doubt
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| I’m from the south
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| Oh yeah
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| I’m a little bit of sweet
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| I’m a little back woods
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| Little good at gettin' dirty underneath the hood
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| I’m a little bit of sweet
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| I’m a little back woods
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| Little good at gettin' dirty underneath the hood
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| Daddy taught me tough love
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| Mama taught me don’t judge
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| A little reckless with a southern touch
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| I’m lovin', prayin', hell raisin'
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| Small town no doubt
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| Bless your heart and yes we’re sayin'
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| Small town no doubt
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| Oh woo, I’m from the south |