โหลดเพลง mp3 Sticks - Craig Morgan

Sticks - Craig Morgan
I was raised in the sticks

That's where I get my kicks

Tailgatin' with my buddies

Boots and dog and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin' in the creek

Gods green earth for my sink

I feel at home around a crowd of hicks

If you're on your feet before the sun comes up

And out there in your truck

Makin' hay rain or shine

Break a sweat before day light

Kind that ain't afraid of work
Elbow grease and good clean dirt

Taste of whiskey made from corn
You save your Sundays for the Lord

It's a good chance you were born and

Raised in the sticks

That's where you get your kicks

Tailgatin' with your buddies

Boots and dog and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin' in the creek

Gods green earth for your sink

You feel at home around a crowd of hicks

That were raised in the sticks

How 'bout them girls in baseball caps

Ponytails goin though the back
T-shirts tied up in a knot
Holey jeans and old flip flops

Bet they know some fishin' holes
They sure cut down some old dirt roads

How to lock and load a gun
She'll shoot you straight, believe me son

I'm so glad I found me one

Raised in the sticks

And that's where they get their kicks

Tailgatin' with their buddies

Boots and dog and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin' in the creek

Gods green earth for your sink

You feel at home around a crowd of hicks

That were raised in the sticks

Tailgatin' with their buddies

Boots and dogs and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin' in the creek

Gods green earth for the sink

They feel at home around a crowd of hicks

That were raised in the sticks

Yeah, we're raised in the sticks