Lyrics of 'Sticks' by Craig Morgan

I was raised in the sticks
Thats where i get my kicks
Tailgatin' with my buddy
Boots and dog and tires all muddy
Cold drinks chillin in the creek
Gods green earth for my sink
I feel at home around a crowd of hicks

If you're on the your feet before the sun comes up and out there in your truck
Making hay rain or shine
Beak a sweat before day light

Kind that ain't afraid of work
Elbow grease and good clean dirt
Taste of whiskey made of corn
You save your sundays for the lord
It's a good chance you were born and

Raised in the sticks
Thats where you get your kicks
Tailgatin' with your buddy
Boots and dog and tires all muddy
Cold drinks chillin in the creek
Gods green earth for your sink
You feel at home around a crowd of hicks
That were raised in the sticks

How bout them girls in baseball caps
ponytails going thru the back
T-shirts tied up in a knot
Holy jeans and old flip flops
Bet they know some fishin holes
They sure cussed down some old dirt roads
How to lock and load a gun
She'll shoot you straight believe me son
I'm so glad i found me one

Raised in the sticks
And thats where they get their kicks
Tailgatin' with their buddies
Boots and dog and tires all muddy
Cold drinks chillin in the creek
Gods green earth for your sink
You feel at home around a crowd of hicks
That were raised in the sticks

Tailgaitin with their buddies
Boots and dogs and tires all muddy

Cold drinks chillin in the creek
Gods green earth for your sink
They feel at home around a crowd of hicks
That were raised in the sticks
Yea, we're raised in the sticks