Struttin' in the Stix

You won't find no city lights
Way back up in the woods
We don't need no neon signs
Tellin' us what's good
So make your way out to our spot
Come and get your country fix
Where the girls are hot
And the beer is cold
We're struttin', struttin', struttin'
In the stix

Hell yeah we struttin' in the stix
Hell yeah we struttin' in the stix
Hell yeah we struttin' in the stix
Hell yeah we struttin' in the stix

Back home they say the smaller the town
You now the sweeter the pine
I say the finer the women
You know the quicker the shine
Goes bye bye
Now get it when the getting' gets done right
And pile on up like a twelve pack of Bud Lite
Bonfire party with a dozen fine dimes
Sippin' Pappy's moonshine
Now we talkin' good times
Get 'em shakin' and bumpin'
Can't fake it when they love it
Gotta break 'em off somethin'
And have the whole town runnin'
You ain't never seen gritty
Like a backwood hillbilly
Middle of the city
Slangin' mud from an F-50
Straight hell-raisin'
Claimin' that we amazin'
We done did it like we did it
And we'll do it again
Come on

Now when the getting' gets to gettin' it
You gotta get 'er done
So crank it on up for some good ol' fun
You might find yourself out in the middle of the stix
Where I know some rednecks who be gettin' they fix
With some half-dressed dimes
Dippin' and spittin'
On the tailgate sippin'
With them banjos pickin'
That ol' outlaw country
Ain't no city slickers
Go on and fire up the grill
With the cow, pig, and chicken
Meat mud smothered
With all the right fixin's
And a cooler full o' brew
That Pabst Blue Ribbon
We are who we are
Damn proud to admit
We them backwood hicks
Who be struttin' in the stix