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We're the product of a small town Rowdy southern drawl crowd Muddy water mason jar lightnin' in our veins Ridin' 5.9 Cummins on hand-me-down land Sippin' on cold blue cans Got our sunshine babies in the shotgun 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 lightnin' in our veins Work a blue collar forty for a Friday night 'Til it's noise complaints and blue lights Crankin' 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 lookin' for a good time Letras de canciones We take a left turn past the white church To a little piece of 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 lightnin' in our veins Work a blue collar forty for a Friday night Then it's noise complaints and blue lights Crankin' 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 lightnin' in our veins Work a blue collar forty for a Friday night Then it's noise complaints and blue lights Crankin' country way too loud We're the product of a small town Crankin' country way too loud We're the product of a small town The product of a small town, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania