Front Porch Junkies

We ain't kicking it inside
We ain't kicking it outside
We're just sipping moonshine watching chicken fry
And making that swing swing side to side
Singing "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do"
Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
The mandolin is strumming,
All my friends are coming
We're just chilling, grilling, willing to get funky,
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]

We ain't kicking it uptown (No!)
We ain't kicking it downtown (Hell no!)
We're just lighting it up on the low-down
Blowing smoke on a Blue Tick Coonhound
Singing "Boom, boom, boom-di-boom!"
Come on, y'all, can you feel that groove?
Swamp air coming through the screen door,
Bare feet stomping on the wood floor
We're just digging it, finger licking picking out in the country
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]

Just sitting here working on a flip-flop tan
Got a cold Bush light and a coozie in my hand
Dang, I don't be needing no white sand beach
I got the sweetest little Georgia peach in a two piece
Belly button ring is shining 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 bumping
Sitting on a cloud, feeling pretty lucky
Dang, it feels good to be a front porch junkie
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]

We ain't kicking it inside (No!)
We ain't kicking it outside (Hell no!)
We're just sipping moonshine watching chicken fry
And making that swing swing side to side
Singing "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do"
Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
The mandolin is strumming,
All my friends are coming
We're just chilling, grilling, willing to get funky,
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]