Chords

Intro 1

Verse 1

The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops

Product of some kneelin' down

In a town where the doors don't lock

And there's a million other people like me

From a scene a little more podunk than pop

I didn't choose being born in the sticks

And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't

For some folks a back road gets old

But for me, it just can't

Chorus 1

'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd

We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night

Every country girl got on her cut offs

Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar

Still circle up big trucks around a fire

Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires

Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me

It's still goin' down out in the country

Verse 2

Somewhere now, someone's out there

Sippin' on some hundred proof

Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues

A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots

Workin' a nine to five

I'm just another southern hell raiser

Ain't breakin' ground

Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters

But y'all, that's all I know to say

So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume

Chorus 2

'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd

We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night

Every country girl got on her cut offs

Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar

Still circle up big trucks around a fire

Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires

Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me

It's still goin' down out in the country

Chorus 3

'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd

We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night

Every country girl got on her cut offs

Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar

Still circle up big trucks around a fire

Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires

Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me

It's still goin' down out in the country