Lyrics

They don't drink much beer where I come from
A martini bar is where they have some fun
'Cause there ain't no honky tonk near the Hudson
And this redneck northern boy, he don't jive with anyone
Mama likes Liberace, I like George Jones
Sis got her Versace, Papa's never home
And I dance country in my room alone
Mama says stop your nonsense please just cut the provolone
I'm a Northern State Italian Country Hick
Vodka martinis are just not my first pick
When I live in country style
You know I get all crass and wild
I go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Italian Country Hick
Mama says I should marry Ann Marie
Well I don't know she's not my cup of tea
I want a country girl, a six pack jamboree
Someone who could rock my world and drive me to my knee
I don't give a rats 'bout a Mercedes
Put me in a honky tonk chit-chatting with some ladies
While the wife's at home with our three lovely babies
I'll keep on keeping my fingers crossed so I can move to Tennessee
I'm a Northern State Italian Country Hick
Vodka martinis are just not my first pick
When I live in country style
You know I get all crass and wild
I go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Italian Country Hick
I'm a Northern State Italian Country Hick
Vodka martinis are just not my first pick
When I live in country style
You know I get all crass and wild
I go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Italian Country Hick
When I live in country style
You know I get all crass and wild
I go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Italian Country Hick