The Cadillac Three - "The Sticks"

Well we ain’t big city, you can call me a hick
Me and that bottle like a cow and a salt lick
Ain’t nothing wrong so don’t try to fix
You keep them stones, just give us the sticks
Oh, oh,

Well, that’s where we’ll go when the times get tough
Take your Maserati, And I’ll take my truck
Redneck and blue ties just don’t mix
You keep them stones, just give us the sticks

Well’ I’ll trade concrete for a dirt road ending
Smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway
Country club pool full of blond and Skynyrd in it
Keep your stones and just give us the sticks
Just give us the sticks

We got backyard horse shoes, a needle on the record
A Cracker Barrel cook out, playing rug checkers
Tastes like heaven, we’re full of their tea
You keep them stones, just give us the sticks

I’ll trade concrete for a dirt road ending
Smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway
Country club pool full of blonde and Skynyrd in it
Keep your stones and just give us the sticks
Just give us the sticks

Oh, yeah, just give us the sticks

Instrumental Break

Go and keep your big city, high dollar life
Me and my boys are doing alright
Just give us the sticks and we’ll be alright

Instrumental break

I’ll trade concrete for a dirt road ending
Smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway
Country club pool full of blonde and Skynyrd in it
Keep your stones, well
I’ll trade concrete for a dirt road ending
Smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway
Country club pool full of blonde and Skynyrd in it
Keep your stones and just give us the sticks
Just give us the sticks