"Bitchin'" lyrics

Well, there's a two lane road that'll lead you down to these parts
Ya hear the highway end where the crickets and the fiddles start
Rubber hits the dirt, and these ole hands work
Rows are how you tell what a fella's worth
City livin's never fit in to this front porch pickin' life
For those of us raised up on bonfires and Coors Light
Climb that silver mountain to see what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, yeah, welcome to my house!

Jacked rides n' moonshine tailgates and trot lines
If you wanna be country this is where it all starts
From the back 40 to a white picket yard
The fields are rich and the gas is cheap
Mama's cooking dinner ya 7 days a week
It's a southern life we living thank god for what we're givin'
Ain't nobody around here... Bitchin'

Stick shift crew cab long beds with boots out
Tractors painted green
John Deere no doubt
Water tower painted state champ names faded
Hey it ain't much but it's a little slice of heaven

Jacked rides n' moonshine tailgates and trot lines
If you wanna be country this is where it all starts
From the back 40 to a white picket yard
The fields are rich and the gas is cheap
Mama's cooking dinner, ya 7 days a week
It's a southern life we living thank god for what we're givin'
Ain't nobody around here... Bitchin'

City livin's never fit in to this front porch pickin' life
For those of us raised up on bonfires and Coors Light
If you wanna rock, baby we can roll
Down to the pond with a old fishing pole

Jacked rides n' moonshine tailgates and trot lines
If you wanna be country this is where it all starts
From the back 40 to a white picket yard
The fields are rich and the gas is cheap
Mama's cooking dinner, ya 7 days a week
It's a southern life we living thank god for what we're givin'
Ain't nobody around here... Bitchin'