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作词 : Michael Hardy/Cam Montgomery/Josh Thompson

作曲 : Michael Hardy/Cam Montgomery/Josh Thompson

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 trotline 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

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

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