| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' in that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo
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| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo
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| Country boy hick life, white tee, rebel flag
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| Catch me dirt road ridin' John Deere Cadillac
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| Just a country boy living like my Pappi said
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| Hustlin' these fields cause I gotta keep the family fed
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| Hit the back road pick a case of fire water up
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| Mamas keep 'em close cause I might pick your daughter up
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| Hick life boy with a red neck attitude
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| Daddy got me in the right, Pops here’s my gratitude
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| Stayin' on the trail, you can call me a huntin' dog
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| Big country boy keep it hotter than a fire log
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| Keep that grease hot, now I’m squeakin' like a wild hog
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| Lit the K3 puff, puff like the mornin' fog
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| Drinking on the farm no we don’t even need a bar
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| Hick life, drinkin' shine straight from a Mason jar
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| Double wide thick smoke
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| Hick life you feelin' it?
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| Big country white boy backwoods killin' it
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| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo
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| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo
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| Raise 'em up for the south one more time
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| You know we from the woods but we still on the grind
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| Got my double odd buck, 'bout to take that aim
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| You know the hick life, 'bout to kill that game
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| We the P.I.M.P. |
| southern supreme
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| Still baked, getin' biscuits, we the homegrown kings
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| Croppin' the green, the cattle we got 'em
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| If you want a snow come straight to the bottom
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| Got a dig in the dirt just to find my bone
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| Gotta dig in these wrongs and you can find my chrome
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| Move from makin' country toons
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| Big Smo and Double Wide, we lettin' it loose
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| Kickin' Rama boots, drinkin' and suds
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| Country livin' hick life that’s what’s up
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| Hop in the hog pen stank on my boots
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| Hick life, country style, with the southern roots
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| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo
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| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo
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| South living, welcome to the country y’all
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| Born in the southern sticks, raised on a cattle farm
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| Fishin' down at Duck river, sippin' on apple pie
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| Smokin' cedar shrub, got me feelin' super fine
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| Keep a couple super dime home grown cuties
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| Their prize winnin' fairground Tennessee beauties
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| With a Boston butt booties slow cooked and seasoned
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| Lift a skirt like a mud buggy, give me one reason
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| I swear no teasin' I take 'em down a dirt road
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| Straight through an open field where the moonlight glows
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| Skinny dippin' in the pond underneath the open sky
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| Frog gig chicken on the bank with them super dimes
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| Damnit boy I’m super high, K3 Kush
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| Rubbin' dock hit the spot like High School nookie
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| I’m a monster out the cage you can call me Honky Kong
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| Big boss of the sticks and I’m hick life strong, come on
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| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo
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| Hick life raised on a dirty road
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| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told
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| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole
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| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo |