Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raised On It, artist - Sam Hunt. Date of issue: 26.10.2014
Song language: English
Raised On It |
| Snapbacks, some Levi jeans, |
| PBR and burnt CDs |
| Running for the grass on the hot concrete |
| Still working on our summer feet |
| Cheap gas and Reddy ice, |
| Trunk music and headlight fights |
| Dodging the smoke from a riverbank fire |
| A pretty girl and a pickup line like |
| «Hey what’s your name, you know smoke follows beauty, baby» |
| We stayed up all night long |
| Made our drinks too strong |
| Feeling ten feet tall |
| Rope swinging through the water |
| In the middle of the night |
| Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh |
| Breaking our boots in |
| Stompin' on the ground we grew up on |
| Yeah, we were raised on it |
| Worked hard and played on it |
| We had it made on it |
| We were born and raised on it |
| Car wash at the custom tent |
| Sticky quarters and pine tree scent |
| The only sign that we ever got stuck |
| Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck |
| Five 1's with a 20 on top |
| Three guard at the barber shop |
| Duckin' from your ex at the 4-way stop |
| Turn the music down when you pass the cops |
| We stayed up all night long |
| Made our drinks too strong |
| Feeling ten feet tall |
| Rope swinging through the water |
| In the middle of the night |
| Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh |
| Breaking our boots in |
| Stompin' on the ground we grew up on |
| Yeah, we were raised on it |
| Worked hard and played on it |
| We had it made on it |
| We were born and raised on it |
| Mama’s prayers and Daddy’s speech |
| Front porch philosophies |
| A little too young and dumb to see |
| Just what it all meant to me |
| We stayed up all night long |
| Made our drinks too strong |
| Feeling ten feet tall |
| Rope swinging through the water |
| In the middle of the night |
| Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh |
| Breaking our boots in |
| Stompin' on the ground we grew up on |
| Yeah, we were raised on it |
| Worked hard and played on it |
| We had it made on it |
| We were born and raised on it |
| Whoa-oh oh whoa-oh… |
| Mmm |
| Yeah, when that sun started sinking, |
| And they turned those 'open' signs around? |
| We thought we ran this town? |
| Breaking hearts and curfews, |
| Out in the yard with no shoes, |
| Staying cool in a nylon pool, |
| Foul ball, headed for the parking lot. |
| And those Saturday mornings when you sleep late, |
| ATVs and firebreaks, |
| Worn-out jeans, Black Eyed Peas, back roads, |
| And blue skies |
| I was born and raised on it, |
| Might’ve misbehaved on it, |
| Worked hard and played on it, |
| We had it made |