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
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
Out in
Out in
Out in
Out in
So let me break it down for ya (out in)
If you down for fried chicken, huh (out in)
If you kick it like I kick it either side of the Mason-Dixon (out in)
It's all about us (out in)
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
Straight Outta Country Video (MV)
Performed By: Justin Moore
Length: 2:48
Written by: Cameron Montgomery, Josh Thompson, Michael Hardy
Justin Moore - Straight Outta Country Lyrics
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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
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
Out in
Out in
Out in
Out in
So let me break it down for ya (out in)
If you down for fried chicken, huh (out in)
If you kick it like I kick it either side of the Mason-Dixon (out in)
It's all about us (out in)
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
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
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
Out in
Out in
Out in
Out in
So let me break it down for ya (out in)
If you down for fried chicken, huh (out in)
If you kick it like I kick it either side of the Mason-Dixon (out in)
It's all about us (out in)
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
Writer: Cameron Montgomery, Josh Thompson, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.