I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pine creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the gra** for free
And there ain’t been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I’ve been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain’t just part of that country
‘Cause that country’s part of me, yeah
Sun baking down on my back in the ba** boat
That a**hole spray paints everything camo’
Nah, I ain’t professional, got Walmart cans though
Get up out that case of hoochie coohie on the dance floor
Chopping like machetes at McCallas and McCambo
Rather drive a truck than a brand new Lambo’
C-H, E-A, T-H-A-M-C-O
Ain’t gone hold me back, drop life, down in polo
You won’t catch me slipping ’cause I’m coming like some swampers
I get hurt, rub some dirt on it, I don’t need a doctor
Grew up around them outlaws and I kept my ears open
Heard stories that ain’t nature till the tenth time they told ’em
Six guns getting drawn on illegal games of poker
Chicken fights on other states, cages in or when they beg ’em
Lighting up a cigarette, blowing smoke up out the window
Middle of the summer radio, seats made of leather
Gambling with them roosters, even with all the Kentucky coppers
I be cooking up something like steam mashed and copper
I stay smoking on loud, or you’ll leak under a chopper
My road is kind of rocky but I bet you I’m a topper
It ain’t nothing but a gamble like dice, what’s with the snake eye
They’re hiding in the gra** that’s why I constantly cut mine
I’m makinh me a path and slowly droppinh them land mines
Flame in my hand let’s make us one of them wildfires
I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pine creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the gra** for free
And there ain’t been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I’ve been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain’t just part of that country
‘Cause that country’s part of me, yeah
No shirt, sun burnt, smile like I’m trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyennes, ’86
Surface rust, plenty dents, buzzing off a bottle of fifth
Cranking up that Kid Rock, everybody turning heads
35s humming on that river road asphalt
Windows rolled down, give a wave to the county cops
Got a lot of haters in the county line zone
But that’s okay ’cause I’m sitting on my throne
You ain’t doin’ it how I’m doin’ it so go talk that lotty dotty
I’ll be kicking in the pond, go ahead get in front of me
And I love fist fighting like my sister’s Ronda Rousey
Coming straight up out that screen door, straight up off the damn porch
Burnin’ haters just as I chase ’em with a lit torch
Hop up in the damn Ford, gas to the damn floor
Dust in the window, adrenaline, I know you want more
Mirrors shaking in the doors, cranking up that Justin Moore
Beer by the case, coming out of Lewis country store
Rebel flag hat, few scars on my knuckles
‘Cause I live fast always and I ain’t even buckle
Hop that little picket fence and get some mud up on the mirror
And get ’em to my truck of silver
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Charlie Daniels, baby, best believe I’m always bearing it
Oakley’s down low, smiling ain’t nobody scaring sh**
Throwing up to what I call rough country lift-kit
I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pine creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the gra** for free
And there ain’t been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I’ve been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain’t just part of that country
‘Cause that country’s part of me, yeah
I live out in the country
Used to hang on old pine creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa
Used to cut the gra** for free
And there ain’t been a damn thing
That could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams
Tried to live out all his songs
Yeah, I’ve been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain’t just part of that country
‘Cause that country’s part of me, yeah