You won't find no city lights Way back up in the woods We don't need no neon signs Tellin' us what's good So make your way out to our spot Come and get your Kuntry fix Where the girls are hot And the beer is cold We're struttin', struttin', struttin' In the Stix Hell yeah we struttin' in the stix (x 4) Back home they say the smaller the town You now the sweeter the pine I say the finer the women You know the quicker the shine Goes bye bye Now get it when the getting' gets done right And pile on up like a 12 pack of Bud Lite Bonfire party with a dozen fine dimes Sippin' Pappy's moonshine Now we talkin' good times Get 'em shakin' and bumpin' Can't fake it when they love it Gotta break 'em of somethin' And have the whole town runnin' You ain't never seen gritty Like a backwood hillbilly Middle of the city Slangin' mud from an F-50 Straight hell-raisin' Claimin' that we amazin' We done did it like we did it And we'll do it again Come on Now when the getting' gets to gettin' it You gotta get 'er done So crank it on up for some good ol' fun You might find yourself out in the middle of the stix Where I know some rednecks who be gettin' they fix With some half-dressed dimes Dippin' and spittin' On the tailgate sippin' With them banjos pickin' That ol' Outlaw Kuntry Ain't no City Slickers Go on and fire up the grill With the cow, pig, and chicken Meat Mud smothered With all the right fixin's And a cooler full o' brew That Pabst Blue Ribbon We are who we are Damn proud to admit We them backwood hicks Who be struttin' in the stix