We're the product of the small town
Rowdy southern dry old crowd
Muddy water, mason, judge
Lightning in our band
Rockin' five, nine, comin' zone, hand me down land
Sippin' on cold blue cans
Got our sunshine babies in the shotgun seats
Rockin' that Panama tank
Take a left turn past the white church
To a little piece of heaven on dirt
Where * gets out of hand
And a damn show hits the fan
We're the product of the small town
Rowdy southern dry old crowd
Muddy water, mason, judge
Lightning in our band
Rockin' blue California for a Friday night
And it's noise complaints and blue lights
Cracking country way too loud
We're the product of the small town
Rowdy southern dry old crowd
Muddy water, mason, judge
Lightning in our band
We're the product of the small town
Rowdy southern dry old crowd
Muddy water, mason, judge
Lightning in our band
Rockin' five, nine, comin' zone, hand me down in New York City
Blue California for a Friday night
And it's northern plains and blue lights
Breaking country way too loud
We're the product of a small town
The product of a small town
We're the product of a small town
Rowdy southern draw crowd
Muddy water mason jar
Lightning in our veins
We're blue California for a Friday night
And it's northern plains and blue lights
Breaking country way too loud
We're the product of a small town
Breaking country way too loud
We're the product of a small town
The product of a small town
We're the product of a small town