Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Original Hick Life, artist - Bottleneck. Date of issue: 21.05.2011
Song language: English
The Original Hick Life |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' in that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo |
| Country boy hick life, white tee, rebel flag |
| Catch me dirt road ridin' John Deere Cadillac |
| Just a country boy living like my Pappi said |
| Hustlin' these fields cause I gotta keep the family fed |
| Hit the back road pick a case of fire water up |
| Mamas keep 'em close cause I might pick your daughter up |
| Hick life boy with a red neck attitude |
| Daddy got me in the right, Pops here’s my gratitude |
| Stayin' on the trail, you can call me a huntin' dog |
| Big country boy keep it hotter than a fire log |
| Keep that grease hot, now I’m squeakin' like a wild hog |
| Lit the K3 puff, puff like the mornin' fog |
| Drinking on the farm no we don’t even need a bar |
| Hick life, drinkin' shine straight from a Mason jar |
| Double wide thick smoke |
| Hick life you feelin' it? |
| Big country white boy backwoods killin' it |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo |
| Raise 'em up for the south one more time |
| You know we from the woods but we still on the grind |
| Got my double odd buck, 'bout to take that aim |
| You know the hick life, 'bout to kill that game |
| We the P.I.M.P. |
| southern supreme |
| Still baked, getin' biscuits, we the homegrown kings |
| Croppin' the green, the cattle we got 'em |
| If you want a snow come straight to the bottom |
| Got a dig in the dirt just to find my bone |
| Gotta dig in these wrongs and you can find my chrome |
| Move from makin' country toons |
| Big Smo and Double Wide, we lettin' it loose |
| Kickin' Rama boots, drinkin' and suds |
| Country livin' hick life that’s what’s up |
| Hop in the hog pen stank on my boots |
| Hick life, country style, with the southern roots |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo |
| South living, welcome to the country y’all |
| Born in the southern sticks, raised on a cattle farm |
| Fishin' down at Duck river, sippin' on apple pie |
| Smokin' cedar shrub, got me feelin' super fine |
| Keep a couple super dime home grown cuties |
| Their prize winnin' fairground Tennessee beauties |
| With a Boston butt booties slow cooked and seasoned |
| Lift a skirt like a mud buggy, give me one reason |
| I swear no teasin' I take 'em down a dirt road |
| Straight through an open field where the moonlight glows |
| Skinny dippin' in the pond underneath the open sky |
| Frog gig chicken on the bank with them super dimes |
| Damnit boy I’m super high, K3 Kush |
| Rubbin' dock hit the spot like High School nookie |
| I’m a monster out the cage you can call me Honky Kong |
| Big boss of the sticks and I’m hick life strong, come on |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' from a jar, swimin' that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild as a rodeo |
| Hick life raised on a dirty road |
| Grew up a doin' what my daddy told |
| Sippin' that jar, swimin' that water hole |
| Livin' this hick life wild like a rodeo |