Verse 1
Hey, It’s a party over here
Bring your people to the other side
Take them back roads
You might wanna bring your other ride
Big chrome wheels, custom paint
That ain’t cuttin’ it
Knobbies with the mud flaps
We be on some other shit
Couple hundred cattle
And a pond full of southern cat
You can’t tell me nothin’
’bout barbecue and both of that
Meet me in the middle T
And show you how we crump it up
Hang it in the barn
Let it cure ’til that proper stuff
Chattanooga shine got me feelin’ like Super SMO
Take another shot hit the Bourbon, now we super blown
I’ll be in the chicken coup, whose goin’ chicken hunting?
Catch me on the YouTube
If you wanna learn ya somethin’
’bout this simple southern country boy outta Tennessee
Hit me up on Myspace if ya wanna get at me
Right around the corner
There’s a perfect place for you and me
We all call it home but you can call it Tennessee
Chorus
Rollin’ on them back roads, blowin’ pine
Sippin’ on that moonshine all the time
Party in the backyard
Yours or mine, hey
Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Rollin’ on them back roads, blowin’ pine
Sippin’ on that moonshine all the time
Party in the backyard
Yours or mine, hey
Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Verse 2
Now if ya can’t shoot it, race it
Sleep with it or eat it
Down here in Middle Tennessee
You just don’t need it
Rabbit trap in one, 12 gauge in the other hand
And if you don’t love this country
Boy, find another man
Need me a mid-ten thorough bred chick
That can eat a Granny Smith
Apple through a picket fence
Make me dream about it, won’t quit for days
She’s fine as a frog hair split four ways
Fresh cut like a hay field, know what I mean?
Have you ever seen a country boy so damn clean?
John Deere tractor
Four wheeler or a backhoe
Workin’ on the farm or rollin’ down a backroad
Lookin’ for a country gal with a lot ‘a street smarts
Spend a couple thousand of my money down at Walmart
Thick legged, thick booty, sweet like tea
Baby girl, lets go carve our initials in a tree
Chorus
They were rollin’ on them back roads, blowin’ pine
Sippin’ on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard
Yours or mine, hey
Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Rollin’ on them back roads, blowin’ pine
Sippin’ on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard
Yours or mine, hey
Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Verse 3
Big ass white boy, boss of the dirt roads
Fruit, wine, and sticky
I can get it by the truckload
Sippin’ on fire water or smokin’ on a hog leg
Rubbin’ on a Southern bell
Chewin’ on a frog leg
’bout a hundred younguns at the barbecue at noontime
After the sun sets, it’s straight to the moonshine
Single barrel shawty, a fishin’ pole and a cone hound
Capable of turnin’ any city to a boom town
Smooth Tennessee, care the type
That ya love to hate
Slick as goat spit, tough as a two-dollar pig steak
Dogs on the porch, coveralls on the clothes line
I be takin’ care of things
Tell me when it’s go time
Better come correct when you step on my grass
Let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash
Round up a hundred honkeys with just one whistle
With a buzz like that I don’t even need a pistol
Chorus
Rollin’ on them back roads, blowin’ pine
Sippin’ on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard
Yours or mine, hey
Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
Rollin’ on them back roads, blowin’ pine
Sippin’ on that moonshine all the time
Party in the back yard
Yours or mine, hey
Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee
” Kickin’ It in Tennessee ” Song Meaning
Verse 1
Hey, It’s a party over here
Bring your people to the other side
Take them back roads
You might wanna bring your other ride
Big chrome wheels, custom paint
That ain’t cuttin’ it
Knobbies with the mud flaps
We be on some other shit
Couple hundred cattle
And a pond full of southern cat
You can’t tell me nothin’
’bout barbecue and both of that
Meet me in the middle T
And show you how we crump it up
Hang it in the barn
Let it cure ’til that proper stuff
Chattanooga shine got me feelin’
