Front Porch Junkies (Remix)

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Thomas Rhett - Country, Pop

Front Porch Junkies (Remix)

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[Intro] Aww, yeah (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) Y'all feeling that? Haha (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [Verse 1] We ain't kickin' it inside (Oh) We ain't kickin' it outside (Oh!) We're just sippin' moonshine, watchin' chicken fry And makin' that swing swing side to side Singin', "Hoop, hoop, woopty do" Come on, girl, can you feel that groove? The mandolin is strummin' All my friends are comin' We-we're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies [Hook] (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [Verse 2] We ain't kickin' it uptown (No!) We ain't kickin' it downtown (Hell no!) We're just lightin' it up on the low-down Blowin' smoke on a Blue Tick Coonhound Singin', "Boom, boom, boom-di-boom!" C-come on, y'all, can you feel that groove? Swamp air comin' through the screen door (Screen door) Bare feet stompin' on the wood floor (Wood floor) We're just diggin' it, finger lickin' pickin' out in the country (Country) Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies [Hook] (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) (Yes) (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [Verse 3] Hey y'all, let me take this here real quick I'm just sittin' here workin' on a flip-flop tan Got a cold Bud light and a coozie in my hand Dang, I don't be needin' no white sand beach I got the sweetest little Georgia peach in a two piece Belly button ring is shinin' like a diamond Says I oughta be up onstage at the Ryman I don't need no crowd, no light, smoke production The beer's ice cold and the subwoofer's bumpin' Sittin' on a cloud, feelin' pretty lucky Dang, it feels good to be a front porch junkie [Hook] (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [Verse 4] We ain't kickin' it inside (No!) We ain't kickin' it outside (Hell no!) We're just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry And makin' that swing swing side to side Singin' "Hoop, hoop, woopty do" Come on, girl, can you feel that groove? The mandolin is strummin' (Strummin') All my friends are comin' (Comin') We're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies [Hook] (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) (Yeah, we're just front porch junkies) (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) Sittin' here workin' on a flip-flop tan (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) Got a cold Bud light and a coozie in my hand (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) Dang, I don't be needin' no white sand beach (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) I got the sweetest little Georgia peach in a two piece (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) (Oh, we're just front porch junkies) (Oh, we're just front porch junkies)

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  • Thomas Rhett
  • Josh Kear
  • Mark Irwin
  • Brad Warren