I Grew Up Way Back In The Sticks

I grew up way back in the sticks, horses, mama, and me was how it would be. She always knew I’d be a country chick, out from dusk to dawn, I was wild and free. You could trust a man for life, deals were sealed with a handshake and “Yes Sir”. Locals were there for you in times of strife, fixin’ a flat, or with whatever to occur. I grew up way back in the sticks, horses, mama, and me was how it would be. She always knew I’d be a country chick, out from dusk to dawn, I was wild and free. Workin’, fishin’, cookin’, and swimmin’, yeah, I loved em all; however, everyone knew, I’d rather be up on my high horse, that was my pew. He watches me everywhere to see how I’m doin’. I grew up way back in the sticks, horses, mama, and me was how it would be. She always knew I’d be a country chick, out from dusk to dawn, I was wild and free.