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We're the product of a small town
Rowdy southern drawl crowd
Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
Ridin' 5.9 Cummins on hand-me-down land
Sippin' on cold blue cans
Got our sunshine babies in the shotgun seats
Rockin' that Panama tan
Take a left turn, past the white church
To a little piece of heaven on dirt
Where shit gets outta hand
And it damn sure hits the fan
We're the product of a small town
Rowdy southern drawl crowd
Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
Work a blue collar 40 for a Friday night
Then it's noise complaints and blue lights
Crankin' country way too loud
We're the product of a small town
Got some day-one buddies that are ride-or-die
Never left my side
We pick a neon moon over neon lights
When we're lookin' for a good time (when we're lookin' for a good time)
We take a left turn, past the white church
To a little piece of heaven on dirt
Where shit gets outta hand
Raise 'em up if you understand
We're the product of a small town
Rowdy southern drawl crowd
Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
Work a blue collar 40 for a Friday night
Then it's noise complaints and blue lights
Crankin' country way too loud
We're the product of a small town
The product of a small town, yeah, yeah
We're the product of a small town
Rowdy southern drawl crowd
Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
Work a blue collar forty for a Friday night
Then it's noise complaints and blue lights
Crankin' country way too loud
We're the product of a small town
Crankin' country way too loud
We're the product of a small town
The product of a small town, yeah, yeah