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Kickin It In Tennessee Lyrics - Artist : BIG SMO
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 cain'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 till 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 Myspace if ya wanna get at me Right around the corner there's a perfect place for you an me We all call it home but you can call it Tennessee Rollin' on them back roads, 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 Rollin' on them back roads, 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 lot 'a street smarts Spend a couple thousand of my money down at Walmart Thick legged, thick booty, sweet like tea Baby girl let's go carve our initials in a tree They were rollin' on them back roads, 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 Rollin' on them back roads, 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 Big ass white boy, boss of the dirt roads Fruit, wine, and sticky, I can get it by the truckload Sippin' on fire water, smokin' on a hog leg Rubbin' on a southern belle, chewin' on a frog leg 'Bout a hundred younguns at the barbecue at noontime After the sun sets it's straight to the moonshine Single barrel shottie, a fishin' pole and a coon hound Capable of turnin' any city to a boom town Smooth Tennessee, care the type that ya love to hate Slick as goat spit, tough as a two dollar pig steak Dogs on the porch, coveralls on the clothes line I be takin' care of things, tell me when it's go time Better come correct when you step on my grass Let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash Round up a hundred honkeys with just one whistle With a buzz like that I don't even need a pistol Rollin' on them back roads, 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 Rollin' on them back roads, 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 |
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