We ain't kickin' it inside
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We ain't kickin' it outside
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We're just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry
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And makin' that swing swing side to side
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Singin' "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do"
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Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
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The mandolin is strummin',
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All my friends are comin'
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We're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky,
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Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
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(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]
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We ain't kickin' it uptown (No!)
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We ain't kickin' it downtown (Hell no!)
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We're just lightin' it up on the low-down
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Blowin' smoke on a Blue Tick Coonhound
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Singin' "Boom, boom, boom-di-boom!"
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Come on, y'all, can you feel that groove?
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Swamp air comin' through the screen door,
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Bare feet stompin' on the wood floor
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We're just diggin' it, finger lickin' pickin' out in the country
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Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
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(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]
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Just sittin' here workin' on a flip-flop tan
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Got a cold Bush light and a coozie in my hand
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Dang, I don't be needin' no white sand beach
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I got the sweetest little Georgia peach in a two piece
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Belly button ring is shinin' like a diamond
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Says I oughta be up onstage at the Ryman
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I don't need no crowd, no light, smoke production
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The beer's ice cold and the subwoofer's bumpin'
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Sittin' on a cloud, feelin' pretty lucky
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Dang, it feels good to be a front porch junkie
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(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]
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We ain't kickin' it inside (No!)
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We ain't kickin' it outside (Hell no!)
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We're just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry
|
And makin' that swing swing side to side
|
Singin' "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do"
|
Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
|
The mandolin is strummin',
|
All my friends are comin'
|
We're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky,
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Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
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(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]
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Front Porch Junkies
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| Thomas Rhett |
