| Back home they said the smaller the town you know the sweeter the pine
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| I say the finer the women, you know the quicker the shine goes by
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| Not get it when the getting is done right
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| And pile it on up like a 12-pack of Bud Light
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| Bonfire party with a dozen pine dimes
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| Sipping papi’s moonshine, now we talking good times
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| Get 'em shaking and bumping, you can’t fake it when they love it
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| Gotta break 'em off some or have the whole town running
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| You ain’t ever seen gritty like a back wood hillbilly
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| Middle of the city slinging mud from a fifty
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| Spray hell claiming that we amaze 'em
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| We done did it like we did it and we’ll do it again, come on
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| You won’t find no city lights way back up in the woods
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| We don’t need no neon signs telling us what’s good
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| So make your way out to our spot come and get your country fix
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| Where the girls are hot and the beer is cold
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| We’re struttin', struttin', struttin' in the stix
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| (Come on, come on)
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| (Come on, come on)
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| Now when the getting gets to getting it you gotta get her done
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| So crank it on up for some good old fun
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| You might find yourself out in the middle of the sticks
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| Riding on some rednecks who be getting their fix
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| With some half dressed dimes, dipping and spitting
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| On them tailgates sipping with them banjos picking
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| outlaw country ain’t no city slicking
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| Gonna fire up the grill with the chicken
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| smuggled with all the right fixings
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| And a cooler full off that Pabst blue ribbon
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| Yeah we are who we are, damn proud to admit
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| We the back wood hicks who be strutting in the sticks
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| You won’t find no city lights way back up in the woods
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| We don’t need no neon signs telling us what’s good
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| So make your way out to our spot come and get your country fix
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| Where the girls are hot and the beer is cold
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| We’re struttin', struttin', struttin' in the stix
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| (Come on, come on)
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| (Come on, come on)
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| Ooh yeah
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| Struttin' in the stix
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| Hell yeah we’re struttin' in the stix
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| Struttin' in the stix
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| Hell yeah we’re struttin' in the stix
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| I want the music turned way up so let all the tailgates down
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| Grab the cooler out my truck and pass us all another round
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| I like my beer on ice, my women fine, somewhere I can’t be found
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| Put it all in the mix just to get our fix
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| We party in the town
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| Because you won’t find no city lights way back up in the woods
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| We don’t need no neon signs telling us what’s good
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| So make your way out to our spot come and get your country fix
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| Where the girls are hot and the beer is cold
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| We’re struttin', struttin', struttin' in the stix
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| (Come on, come on)
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| (Come on, come on)
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| Hell yeah we’re struttin' in the stix
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| Struttin' in the stix
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| Hell yeah we’re struttin' in the stix
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| Struttin' in the stix
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| Hell yeah we’re struttin' in the stix
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| Struttin' in the stix
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| Hell yeah we’re struttin' in the stix
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| Struttin' in the stix |