Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls
Children of the corn field
Tryin' turn a shift job into a dollar bill
We wear the muddy boots
Stay true to how we're raised
Ain't nothin' bout us fake
You know we're straight out of that
Dirty south, dirty roads
Nobody got no money
Got them signed-up pickup trucks
Whistlin' at them honies
From the country (yes, sir)
You know we're straight out of that
Long week workin'
Now everybody wanna party
All night long bonfire on the back forty
In the middle of nowhere
Ain't nobody leaving here
'Til we're straight outta cold beer
Straight outta of cold beer
Just a bunch of John Deere junkies
Getting funky to some old Hank
Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we came
We'll cut the rusty chain
In the sun or in the rain
Yeah, that's the kinda thing
You know we're straight out of that
Dirty south, dirty roads
Nobody got no money
Got them signed-up pickup trucks
Whistlin' at them honies
From the country (yes, sir)
You know we're straight out of that
Long week workin'
Now everybody wanna party
All night long bonfire on the back forty
In the middle of nowhere
Ain't nobody leaving here
'Til we're straight outta cold beer
Straight outta of cold beer
You know we're straight out of that
Dirty south, dirty roads
Nobody got no money
Got them signed-up pickup trucks
Whistlin' at them honies
From the country (yes, sir)
You know we're straight out of that
Long week workin'
Now everybody wanna party
All night long bonfire on the back forty
In the middle of nowhere
Ain't nobody leaving here
'Til we're straight outta cold beer
Straight outta of cold beer
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