Front Porch Junkies - Thomas Rhett

We ain’t kickin' it inside

We ain’t kickin' it outside

We’re just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry

And makin' that swing swing side to side

Singin' «Hoop, hoop, hoopty do»

Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?

The mandolin is strummin'

All my friends are comin'

We’re just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky

Yeah, we’re just some front porch junkies

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)

We ain’t kickin' it uptown (No!)

We ain’t kickin' it downtown (Hell no!)

We’re just lightin' it up on the low-down

Blowin' smoke on a Blue Tick Coonhound

Singin' «Boom, boom, boom-di-boom!»

Come on, y’all, can you feel that groove?

Swamp air comin' through the screen door

Bare feet stompin' on the wood floor

We’re just diggin' it, finger lickin' pickin' out in the country

Yeah, we’re just some front porch junkies

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)

Just sittin' here workin' on a flip-flop tan

Got a cold Bush light and a coozie in my hand

Dang, I don’t be needin' no white sand beach

I got the sweetest little Georgia peach in a two piece

Belly button ring is shinin' like a diamond

Says I oughta be up onstage at the Ryman

I don’t need no crowd, no light, smoke production

The beer’s ice cold and the subwoofer’s bumpin'

Sittin' on a cloud, feelin' pretty lucky

Dang, it feels good to be a front porch junkie

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)

We ain’t kickin' it inside (No!)

We ain’t kickin' it outside (Hell no!)

We’re just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry

And makin' that swing swing side to side

Singin' «Hoop, hoop, hoopty do»

Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?

The mandolin is strummin'

All my friends are comin'

We’re just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky

Yeah, we’re just some front porch junkies

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)

(Oh, we’re just front porch junkies)