Kickin It In Tennessee - 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 lets 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 sho, 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