Craig Morgan - Sticks lyrics

rate me

I was raised in the sticks

Thats where i get my kicks

Tailgatin' with my buddy

Boots and dog and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin in the creek

Gods green earth for my sink

I feel at home around a crowd of hicks

If you're on the your feet before the sun comes up and out there in your truck

Making hay rain or shine

Beak a sweat before day light

Kind that ain't afraid of work

Elbow grease and good clean dirt

Taste of whiskey made of corn

You save your sundays for the lord

It's a good chance you were born and

Raised in the sticks

Thats where you get your kicks

Tailgatin' with your buddy

Boots and dog and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin in the creek

Gods green earth for your sink

You feel at home around a crowd of hicks

That were raised in the sticks

How bout them girls in baseball caps

ponytails going thru the back

T-shirts tied up in a knot

Holy jeans and old flip flops

Bet they know some fishin holes

They sure cussed down some old dirt roads

How to lock and load a gun

She'll shoot you straight believe me son

I'm so glad i found me one

Raised in the sticks

And thats where they get their kicks

Tailgatin' with their buddies

Boots and dog and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin in the creek

Gods green earth for your sink

You feel at home around a crowd of hicks

That were raised in the sticks

Tailgaitin with their buddies

Boots and dogs and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin in the creek

Gods green earth for your sink

They feel at home around a crowd of hicks

That were raised in the sticks

Yea, we're raised in the sticks