Lyrics Get Em Up - Tim Montana

This is for them junkyard, backwoods boys
The Carhartt girls, the real McCoys
Homemade shine, Huckleberry wine
Them steel-toed boys live free or die

If you were raised up somethin' like that
You're damn right, we got your back
Show me where you at

(Get 'em up)
Everybody get your hands in the air (get 'em up)
If you roll how we roll around here
Got a little green in the glovebox
Kickers kicking all night and it don't stop
If you want 'em, then don't back down
Light it up when the sun goes down
And be a don't-know-quit hell-raiser
Dirt-road-driftin' whiskey chaser
Then get 'em up

You wanna mess with one, you're gonna get us all
When you're down in the ditch with the ones you called
We're the old blue jeans and dirty bald caps
If you was raised up somethin' like that

(Get 'em up)
Everybody get your hands in the air (get 'em up)
If you roll how we roll around here
Got a little green in the glovebox
Kickers kicking all night and it don't stop
If you want 'em, then don't back down
Light it up when the sun goes down
And be a don't-know-quit hell-raiser
Dirt-road-driftin' whiskey chaser
Then get 'em up

If you were raised up somethin' like that
You're damn right, we got your back
Show me where you at

(Get 'em up)
Everybody get your hands in the air (get 'em up)
If you roll how we roll around here
Got a little green in the glovebox
Kickers kicking all night and it don't stop
If you want 'em, then don't back down
Light it up when the sun goes down
And be a don't-know-quit hell-raiser
Dirt-road-driftin' whiskey chaser
Then get 'em up

(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
(Get 'em up)
(Get 'em up)