Small Town Shit

Oh-oh-oh

I got an A to B truck that they call a Z

A cloud of dirt rolled up like it's really weed

I got them "gimme into heaven" letters underlined (underlined)

I keep a burn shot flying through that welcome sign (welcome sign)

Oh-oh-oh, yeah, if you know me you know I

Oh-oh-oh, you know I ain't about that big city life

I'm on that small town shit

I got a thirty aught six

And a stick built house out there in them sticks

Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick

No, I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it

I'm on that small town shit

(I'm on that -, I'm on that small town shit)

Yeah, I'm catching catfish where I wash my sins

I'll be out there hanging like them live oak limbs

Got a shine in the sky, shine in my drink

This country boy surviving like Hank

I'm on that small town shit

I got a thirty aught six

And a stick built house out there in them sticks

Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick (I can never kick)

I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it

I'm on that small town shit

(I'm on that -, I'm on that small town -)

(I'm on that -, I'm on that small town -)

Oh-oh-oh, yeah, if you know me you know I

Oh-oh-oh, know I ain't about that big city life

I'm on that small town shit

I got a thirty aught six

And a stick built house out there in them sticks

Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick (I can never win)

No, I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it

I'm on that small town shit

(I'm on that -, I'm on that -)

I'm on that small town shit

I'm on that small town shit