Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls

Children of the corn field

Tryna turn a shift job into a dollar bill

We wear them 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 work

At night, everybody wanna party

All night long, bonfire on the back 40

In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here

Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer.

Just a bunch of john deere junkies

Gettin' funky to some old hank

Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we can't

Hook up to a rusty chain in the summer or in the rain

Yeah, it's a kind of 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 work

At night, everybody wanna party

All night long, bonfire on the back 40

In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here

Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer.

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 work

At night, everybody wanna party

All night long, bonfire on the back 40

In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here

Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer.