Sticks

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Craig Morgan - Country

Sticks

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Duration: 3:52

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I was raised in the sticks That's where I get my kicks Tailgatin' with my buddies Boots and dog and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek God's green earth for my seat I Feel at home around a crowd of hicks If you're on your feet before the sun comes up And out there in your trucks Makin' hay rain or shine Break a sweat before daylight The kind that ain't afraid of work Elbow grease and good clean dirt Taste your whiskey made from corn But save your Sunday's for the Lord It's a good chance you were born and... Raised in the sticks That's where you get my kicks Tailgatin' with their buddies Boots and dog and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek God's green earth for your seat You Feel at home around a crowd of hicks That were raised in the sticks How bout them girls in baseball caps Ponytails pulled through the back T-shirts tied up in a knot Holy jeans and old flip flops But they know some fishing holes Sure cut down some old dirt roads How to lock and load a gun She shoots you straight believe me son I'm so glad I found me one Raised in the sticks That's where they get my kicks Tailgatin' with their buddies Boots and dogs and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek God's green earth for their seat They Feel at home around a crowd of hicks That were raised in the sticks Tailgatin' with their buddies Boots and dogs and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek God's green earth for their seat They feel at home around a crowd of hicks That were raised in the sticks

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Credits

Writers
  • Phil O’Donnell
  • Craig Morgan
  • Gary Hannan
  • Galen Griffin