The Sticks

Well, we ain't big city, you can call me A hick. We aim that bottle like a cow Do a salt lick. Ain't nothing wrong, So don't try to fix. Keep them stones, just give us a stick. Oh. Oh. Well, that's where we're goin' when the times get Tough. Take your Maserati and I'll take my truck. Rednecks and blue blood just don't mix. Keep them stones, just give us a stick. Oh. Well, I'll trade concrete for a dirt road any Day. Smoke that sky for a moonshine getaway. Country club pool for a pond down skinny dip. Keep your stones, just give us a stick. A-just give us a stick. Hey. We got backyard horseshootin' in a long ranger. Cracker barrel cookout playin' rough checkers. Tastes like heaven, we put a stick it. Keep them stones, just give us a stick. I trade concrete for a dirt road any day. Smoke that sky for a moonshine getaway. Country club pool for a pond down the skinny Dip. Keep your stones, just give us a stick. Oh, yeah. Just give us a stick. That's right. Go Don't on keep keep your your big big City city high high-dollar dollar life. Life. Me Me and my and my boys boys, We are we doing ain't-alright. Hot girls smoking and a drinking all night. Just give us a stick and it'll be alright. I trade concrete for a dirt road any day. Smoke stacked sky for a moonshine getaway. Country club roof for a barn dance any day. Keep your stones. Well, I trade concrete for a dirt road any Day. Smoke stacked sky for a moonshine getaway. Country club roof for a barn dance any day. Keep your stones. Just give us a stick. Yeah. Just give us a stick