Sticks Craig Morgan

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I was raised in the sticks
That's where I get my kicks
Tailgatin' with my buddies
Boots and dog and tires all muddy
Cold drinks chillin' in the creek
God's green earth for my seat
I Feel at home around a crowd of hicks

If you're on your feet before the sun comes up
And out there in your trucks
Makin' hay rain or shine
Break a sweat before daylight
The kind that ain't afraid of work
Elbow grease and good clean dirt
Taste your whiskey made from corn
But save your Sunday's for the Lord
It's a good chance you were born and...

Raised in the sticks
That's where you get my kicks
Tailgatin' with their buddies
Boots and dog and tires all muddy
Cold drinks chillin' in the creek
God's green earth for your seat
You Feel at home around a crowd of hicks
That were raised in the sticks