Sticks Lyrics

I was raised in the sticks
Thats were i get my kicks
Tailgatin with my buddys
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 your 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 aint afraid to work elbow grease
and good clean dirt taste of whiskey made from corn
you save your sundays for the lord
its a good chance you were born and

raised in the sticks
and thats were you get your kicks
Tailgatin with your buddys
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
[ Craig Morgan Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
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 ya straight believe me son
im so glad i found me one

Raised in the sticks
And thats were they get thier kicks
Tailgatin with thier buddys
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

tailgatin with thier buddys
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