Front Porch Junkies Thomas Rhett

We ain't kickin' it inside
We ain't kickin' it outside
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
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies)
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies)

We ain't kickin' it uptown (No!)
We ain't kickin' it downtown (Hell no!)
We're just lightin' it up on the low-down
Blowin' smoke on a Blue Tick Coonhound
Singin' "Boom, boom, boom-di-boom!"
Come on, y'all, can you feel that groove?
Swamp air comin' through the screen door
Bare feet stompin' on the wood floor
We're just diggin' it, finger lickin' pickin' out in the country
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies)
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies)