Small Town Shit

I got an A to B truck that they call a Z

A cloud of dirt rolled up like it's Willy weed

I got them gimme into heaven letters underlined

I keep a burn shot flying through that welcome sign

Woah-oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, if you know me you know I

Woah-oh, oh, oh, oh, know I ain't about that big city life

I'm on that small town shit

I got a thirty aught six

And a stick built house out there in them sticks

Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick

No, I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it

I'm on that small town shit

(I'm on that, I'm on the small town shit)

Yeah, I'm catching catfish where I wash my sins

I'll be out there hanging like them live oak limbs

Got a shine in the sky, shine in my drink

This country boy surviving like Hank

I'm on that small town shit

I got a thirty aught six

And a stick built house out there in them sticks

Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick

No, I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it

I'm on that small town shit

(I'm on that, I'm on that small town shit)

(I'm on that, I'm on that small town)

Woah-oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, if you know me you know I

Woah-oh, oh, oh, oh, know I ain't about that big city life

I'm on that small town shit

I got a thirty aught six

And a stick built house out there in them sticks

Got a hillbilly habit I can never kick (I can never kick)

No, I ain't ever getting off of it, off of it

I'm on that small town shit

(I'm on that, I'm on that small town shit)

I'm on that small town shit

I'm on that small town shit