Lyrics Kickin It In Tennessee - SMO

Kickin It In Tennessee

Hey, It’s a party over here, bring your people to the other side
Take them back roads, you might wanna bring your other ride
Big chrome wheels, custom paint, that ain’t cuttin' it
Knobbys with mud flaps, we be on some other shit
Couple hundred cattle and a pond full of southern cat
You cain’t tell me nothin' bout barbecue and both of that
Meet me in the middle T and show you how we krump it up
Hang it in the barn let it cure till that proper stuff
Chattanooga shine got me feelin' like Super Smo
Take another shot hit the Bourbon, now we super blowed
I’ll be in the chicken coop, whose goin' chicken huntin'?!
Catch me on the YouTube if you wanna learn ya somethin'
Bout this simple southern country boy outta Tennessee
Hit me up on Myspace if ya wanna get at me
Right around the corner there’s a perfect place for you an me
We all call it home but you can call it Tennessee
Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine
Sippin' on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard, yours or mine
(Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine
Sippin' on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard, yours or mine
(Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Now if ya can’t shoot it, race it, sleep with it, or eat it
Down here in Middle Tennessee you just don’t need it
Rabbit trap in one, 12 gauge in the other hand
And if you don’t love this country boy find another man
Need me a Mid Tenn thoroughbred chick
That can eat a Granny Smith apple through a picket fence
Make me dream about it, won’t quit for days
She’s fine as a frog hair split four ways
Fresh cut like a hay field, know what I mean?
Have you ever seen a country boy so damn clean
John Deere tractor, four wheeler or a backhoe
Workin' on the farm or rollin' down a backroad
Lookin' for a country gal with a lot 'a street smarts
Spend a couple thousand of my money down at Walmart
Thick legged, thick booty, sweet like tea
Baby girl lets go carve our initials in a tree
They were rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine
Sippin' on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard, yours or mine
(Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine
Sippin' on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard, yours or mine
(Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Big ass white boy, boss of the dirt roads
Fruit, wine, and sticky, I can get it by the truckload
Sippin' on fire water, smokin' on a hog leg
Rubbin' on a southern belle, chewin' on a frog leg
'Bout a hundred younguns at the barbecue at noontime
After the sun sets it’s straight to the moonshine
Single barrel sho, a fishin' pole and a coon hound
Capable of turnin' any city to a boom town
Smooth Tennessee, care the type that ya love to hate
Slick as goat spit, tough as a two dollar pig steak
Dogs on the porch, coveralls on the clothes line
I be takin' care of things, tell me when it’s go time
Better come correct when you step on my grass
Let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash
Round up a hundred honkeys with just one whistle
With a buzz like that I don’t even need a pistol
Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine
Sippin' on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard, yours or mine
(Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine
Sippin' on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard, yours or mine
(Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee