I'm Country

(album: My Kind Of Livin' - 2005)

There's a plasic stretched across a broken window pane.
You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor when it rains.
There's a ten-point buck on my living room wall:
A squirrel and two ducks are hanging in the hall.
That hole in my yard is a barbecue pit:
A couple times a year, we'll throw a hog in it.
There's a four-wheel drive parked in my driveway:
I'm a proud and active member of the NRA.

Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it.
I'm country, that's my kind of living.
White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's.
Well, I get up every morning when the rooster crows:
I stay out some nights until the cows come home.
I'm dog-running, deer-hunting, fish-catching, cow-tipping,
Hay-baling, pea-picking country.

Well, there's my Mama in the rocking chair by my screen door:
The red, white, and blue hangs off of my front porch.
There's my darling in the garden picking black eyed peas:
Kids are bouncing up and down on the trampoline.
My truck cost less than my champion 'coon dog:
My neck is painted red, by the Grace of God.
My kids say: "Please, Sir, Thank you and Ma'am."
I ain't what I ain't, but I am what I am.

Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it.
I'm country, that's my kind of living.
White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's.
I get up every morning when the rooster crows:
I stay out some nights until the cows come home.
I'm dog-running, deer-hunting, fish-catching, cow-tipping,
Hay-baling, pea-picking country.

Yeah, I get up every morning when the rooster crows:
I stay out some nights until the cows come home.
I'm dog-running, deer-hunting, fish-catching, cow-tipping,
Hay-baling, pea-picking country.

Yeah, I'm a-dog running, deer hunting, fish catching, cow tipping,
Corn-picking, cider-sipping, fight-starting, kid-raising,
Wife-loving, gun-toting, hay-baling, pea-picking country.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Yeah, I guarantee you, I'm country.
I ain't scared to be country neither.