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Front Porch Junkies
by Thomas Rhett



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’ “op, op, opdi-do”
Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
The mandolin is strummin’,
All my friends are coming
We’re just chillin’, grillin’, willin’ to get funkie,
Yeah, we’re just front porch junkies (Oh, we’re just front porch junkies x2)

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-di-dboom!”
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 front porch junkies (Oh, we’re just front porch junkies x2)

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 beaches
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 sub woofers 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 x2)

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’ “op, op, opdi-do”
Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
The mandolin is strummin’,
All my friends are coming
We’re just chillin’, grillin’, willin’ to get funkie,
Yeah, we’re just front porch junkies (Oh, we’re just front porch junkies x2)
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Lyrics submitted by Danielle.
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