Letras
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 can'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 'til 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 IG if ya wanna get at me
Right around the corner, there's a perfect place for you and me
We all call it home, but you can call it Tennessee
Rollin' on 'em backroads, blowin' pine
Sippin' on that moonshine all the time
Party in the backyard, yours or mine (hey)
Either way, we just kicking it in Tennessee
Rollin' on 'em backroads, 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 lotta street smarts
Spend a couple of thousands of my money down at Walmart
Thick legged, thick booty, sweet like tea