[Chorus:]
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I was raised in the sticks,
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That's where I get my kicks,
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Tailgatin' with my buddies,
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Boots and dog and tires all muddy,
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Cold drinks chillin' in the creek,
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God's green earth for my seat,
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I Feel at home around a crowd of hicks
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[Verse 1:]
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If you're on your feet before the sun comes up,
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And out there in your trucks,
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Makin' hay rain or shine,
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Break a sweat before daylight
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The kind that ain't afraid of work,
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Elbow grease and good clean dirt,
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Taste your whiskey made from corn,
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But save your Sunday's for the Lord,
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It's a good chance you were born and...
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[Chorus:]
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Raised in the sticks,
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That's where you get my kicks,
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Tailgatin' with their buddies,
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Boots and dog and tires all muddy,
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Cold drinks chillin' in the creek,
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God's green earth for your seat,
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You Feel at home around a crowd of hicks,
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That were raised in the sticks
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[Verse 2:]
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How bout them girls in baseball caps,
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Ponytails pulled through the back,
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T-shirts tied up in a knot,
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Holy jeans and old flip flops,
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But they know some fishing holes,
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Sure cut down some old dirt roads,
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How to lock and load a gun,
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She shoots you straight believe me son,
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I'm so glad I found me one
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[Chorus:]
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Raised in the sticks,
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That's where they get my kicks,
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Tailgatin' with their buddies,
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Boots and dogs and tires all muddy,
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Cold drinks chillin' in the creek,
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God's green earth for their seat,
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They Feel at home around a crowd of hicks,
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That were raised in the sticks
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Tailgatin' with their buddies,
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Boots and dogs and tires all muddy,
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Cold drinks chillin' in the creek,
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God's green earth for their seat,
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They feel at home around a crowd of hicks,
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That were raised in the sticks,
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Ya, we're raised in the sticks
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Sticks
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| Craig Morgan |
