Raised on It

Snapbacks and Levi jeans

PBR and burnt CDs

Running for the grass on the hot concrete

We're still working on our summer feet

Cheap gas and Reddy Ice

Trunk music and headlight fights

Dodging the smoke from a riverbank fire

A pretty girl and a pickup line like

"Hey what's your name? You know, smoke follows beauty, baby"

We stayed up all night long

Made our drinks too strong

Feeling ten feet tall

Ropes swing into the water

In the middle of the night

Like whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-whoa

Breaking our boots in

Stomping on the ground we grew up on

Yeah, we were raised on it

Raised on it

Works hard and played on it

We had it made on it

We were born and raised on it

Car wash at the custom tent

Sticky quarters and pine-tree scent

The only sign that we ever got stuck

Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck

Five ones with a twenty on top

Three guard at the barber shop

Ducking from your ex at the four-way stop

Turn the music down when you're passing the cops

We stayed up all night long

Made our drinks too strong

Feeling ten feet tall

Ropes swing into the water

In the middle of the night

Like whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-whoa

Breaking our boots in

Stomping on the ground we grew up on

Yeah, we were raised on it

Raised on it

Works hard and played on it

We had it made on it

We were born and raised on it

Mama's prayers and daddy's speech

Front-porch philosophies

A little too young and dumb to see

Just what it all meant to me

We stayed up all night long

Made our drinks too strong

Feeling ten feet tall

Ropes swing into the water

In the middle of the night

Like whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-whoa

Breaking our boots in

Stomping on the ground we grew up on

Yeah, we were raised on it

Raised on it

Works hard and played on it

We had it made on it

We were born and raised on it

Mm-mm, yeah

When that sun started sinking

When they turned those open signs around

We thought we ran this town

Runnin' around, just

Breaking hearts and curfew

Out in the yard with no shoes

Staying cool in the nylon pool

Foul ball headed for the parking lot

And on Saturday mornings, we'd sleep late

ATVs and fire breaks

Worn-out jeans, black-eyed peas

Backroads and blue skies

I was born and raised on it

Might've misbehaved on it

Worked hard and played on it

We had it made