The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
 
 Product of some kneelin' down
 
 In a town where the doors don't lock
 
 And there's a million other people like me
 
 From a scene a little more podunk than pop
 
 I didn't choose being born in the sticks
 
 And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't
 
 For some folks a back road gets old
 
 But for me, it just can't
 
 
 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
 
 We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
 
 Every country girl got on her cut offs
 
 Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
 
 Still circle up big trucks around a fire
 
 Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
 
 Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
 
 It's still goin' down out in the country
 
 
 Somewhere now, someone's out there
 
 Sippin' on some hundred proof
 
 Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues
 
 A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots
 
 Workin' a nine to five
 
 I'm just another southern hell raiser
 
 Ain't breakin' ground
 
 Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters
 
 But y'all, that's all I know to say
 
 So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume
 
 
 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
 
 We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
 
 Every country girl got on her cut offs
 
 Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
 
 Still circle up big trucks around a fire
 
 Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
 
 Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
 
 It's still goin' down out in the country
 
 
 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
 
 We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
 
 Every country girl got on her cut offs
 
 Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
 
 Still circle up big trucks around a fire
 
 Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
 
 Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
 
 It's still goin' down out in the country