The Sticks - The Cadillac Three

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

Rednecks and blue ties just don’t mix

You keep them stones, just give us the sticks

Oh

Well I’d trade concrete for a dirt road any day

A smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway

A country club pool for a blonde and a skinny dip

Keep your stones, 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 good tea

You keep them stones, just give us the sticks

I’d trade concrete for a dirt road any day

A smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway

A country club pool for a blonde and a skinny dip

Keep your stones, just give us the sticks

Aw, just give us the sticks

Go and keep your big city, high dollar life

Me and my boys we are doing alright

We’re out here smoking and drinking all night

Just give us the sticks and it’ll be alright

I’d trade concrete for a dirt road any day

A smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway

A country club pool for a blonde and a skinny dip

Keep your stones

Well, I’d trade concrete for a dirt road any day

A smoke stack sky for a moonshine getaway

A country club pool for a blonde and a skinny dip

Keep your stones, just give us the sticks

Just give us the sticks