The way I talk, I guess I got it from my Pop's Probably just a millin' down in a town where the doors don't lock And there's a million other people like me from the scene A little more poke, dunk, and pop I didn't choose bein' born in the sticks And I'd be damned if I sound like somethin' I ain't For some folks, the back road gets old But for me, it just can't Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on a cutoff Shakin' her hips, takin' trips But they tell me I'm a liar So circle up, big trucks around the fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliche, but hey, just take it from me You're still goin' down out in the country It's summer now, someone's out there sippin' on some underproof Every day a baby's born with some baby blues A good old boy's got on his faded boots Workin' a nine to five I'm just another southern hellraiser Ain't breakin' ground, makin' sound For them droppin' down tailgaters But y'all, that's all I know to say So if you think I'm full of it Ain't done it, check the resume Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on a cutoff Shakin' her hips, takin' trips But they tell me I'm a liar So circle up, big trucks around the fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliche, but hey, just take it from me You're still goin' down out in the country Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on a cutoff Shakin' her hips, takin' trips But they tell me I'm a liar So circle up, big trucks around the fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliche, but hey, just take it from me You're still goin' down out in the country