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Yeah, she brings home the bacon, Tennessee looker Third generation of a moonshine cooker Kid on her hip, cig on her lip Talking 'bout the real thing, y'all He's a rough neck baller, Skoal straight dipper Old school scholar on anything Skynyrd Loves the good Lord and his old Ford Sitting on the creek bank Yeah, there's really too many to mention But they all need some recognition So raise 'em up to the ones that stick to their guns With the rocks and their boots and their rhinestone roots Doing what they love 'cause they love the mud And the sticks and the hicks and the six inch lifts Where the hard work checks ain't free Just a bunch of burnt necks like me, straight outta the country Yeah, from the pine tree hollers, the trout line liners The covered coal miners, the John Deere drivers The down home homegrown crew If that sounds anything like you Raise 'em up to the ones that stick to their guns With the rocks and their boots and their rhinestone roots SongtexteDoing what they love 'cause they love the mud And the sticks and the hicks and the six inch lifts Where the hard work checks ain't free Just a bunch of burnt necks like me, straight outta the country So let me break it down for ya if you down for fried chicken If you kick it like I kick it either side of the Mason-Dixon It's all about us Raise 'em up to the ones that stick to their guns With the rocks and their boots and their rhinestone roots Just doing what they love 'cause they love the mud And the sticks and the hicks and the six inch lifts Where the hard work checks ain't free Just a bunch of burnt necks like me, straight outta the country Outta the country Outta the country Straight outta the country Straight outta the country Aus Songtexte Mania