Straight Outta Cold Beer

Intro: verse 1 Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls’ children of the corn field Tryin' turn a shift job into a dollar bill We wear the muddy boots, stay true to how we're raised Ain't nothin' bout us fake You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir) You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere (STOP) Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer Straight outta of cold beer verse 2 Just a bunch of John Deere junkies getting funky to some old Hank Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we came We'll cut the rusty chain in the sun or in the rain Yeah, that's the kinda thing You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir) You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere (STOP) Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer Straight outta of cold beer BRIDGE You know we're straight out of that dirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the country (yes, sir) You know we're straight out of that long week workin', now everybody wanna party All night long bonfire on the back forty in the middle of nowhere (STOP) Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer Straight outta of cold beer