Ridin’ 5.9 Cummins on hand me down land
Sippin’ on cold blue cans
Got our sunshine babies in our shot gun seats
Rockin that Panama tan
We take a left turn past the white church
To a little piece of heaven on dirt
Where shit gets outta hand
And it damn sure hits the fan
We’re the product of a small town
Rowdy southern drawl crowd
Muddy water mason jar lighting in our veins
Work a blue collar 40 for a Friday night
Till it’s noise complaints and blue lights
Cranking country way too loud
We’re the product of a small town
Got some day 1 buddies that are ride or die
Never left my side
We pick a neon moon over neon lights
When we’re looking for a good time
We take a left turn past the white church
To a little piece heaven on dirt
Where shit gets outta hand
Raise ‘em up if you understand
We’re the product of a small town
Rowdy southern drawl crowd
Muddy water mason jar lighting in our veins
Work a blue collar 40 for a Friday night
Till it’s noise complaints and blue lights
Cranking country way too loud
We’re the product of a small town