Product Of A Small Town

We're the product of a small town Rowdy southern drawl crowd Muddy water, mason jar, lighting in our veins 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 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 forty for a Friday night Then it's noise complaints and blue lights Cranking country way too loud We're the product of a small town Got some day one 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 (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 forty for a Friday night Then it's noise complaints and blue lights Cranking country way too loud We're the product of a small town The product of a small town, yeah yeah We're the product of a small town Rowdy southern drawl crowd Muddy water, mason jar, lighting in our veins Work a blue collar forty for a Friday night Then it's noise complaints and blue lights Cranking country way too loud We're the product of a small town Cranking country way too loud We're the product of a small town The product of a small town, yeah yeah