Raised On It - Sam Hunt

Snapbacks, some Levi jeans,

PBR and burnt CDs

Running for the grass on the hot concrete

Still working on our summer feet

Cheap gas and Reddy ice,

Trunk music and headlight fights

Dodging the smoke from a riverbank fire

A pretty girl and a pickup line like

«Hey what’s your name, you know smoke follows beauty, baby»

We stayed up all night long

Made our drinks too strong

Feeling ten feet tall

Rope swinging through the water

In the middle of the night

Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh

Breaking our boots in

Stompin' on the ground we grew up on

Yeah, we were raised on it

Worked hard and played on it

We had it made on it

We were born and raised on it

Car wash at the custom tent

Sticky quarters and pine tree scent

The only sign that we ever got stuck

Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck

Five 1's with a 20 on top

Three guard at the barber shop

Duckin' from your ex at the 4-way stop

Turn the music down when you pass the cops

We stayed up all night long

Made our drinks too strong

Feeling ten feet tall

Rope swinging through the water

In the middle of the night

Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh

Breaking our boots in

Stompin' on the ground we grew up on

Yeah, we were raised on it

Worked hard and played on it

We had it made on it

We were born and raised on it

Mama’s prayers and Daddy’s speech

Front porch philosophies

A little too young and dumb to see

Just what it all meant to me

We stayed up all night long

Made our drinks too strong

Feeling ten feet tall

Rope swinging through the water

In the middle of the night

Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh

Breaking our boots in

Stompin' on the ground we grew up on

Yeah, we were raised on it

Worked hard and played on it

We had it made on it

We were born and raised on it

Whoa-oh oh whoa-oh…

Mmm

Yeah, when that sun started sinking,

And they turned those 'open' signs around?

We thought we ran this town?

Breaking hearts and curfews,

Out in the yard with no shoes,

Staying cool in a nylon pool,

Foul ball, headed for the parking lot.

And those Saturday mornings when you sleep late,

ATVs and firebreaks,

Worn-out jeans, Black Eyed Peas, back roads,

And blue skies

I was born and raised on it,

Might’ve misbehaved on it,

Worked hard and played on it,

We had it made