Chase Rice - Country 'til I'm Dead lyrics

You can take, your high dollar style Shove it up your a**, ya that'd make me smile You look real cute with your gelled up hair C'mon city boy, it's time that you grow a pair You can'ave the keys to that Porsche I see I'll just sit with pride, right here in my Chevy Made in the U S A I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots Still hold on to my country roots Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm Born and raised on a Florida farm I love my Garth and old George Strait Ya I'll fish with real live bait I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred And I'll be country 'till I'm dead I'll take my girl out in the sticks Yes I do love Carolina chicks And I point my gun at a ten point buck And I throw that hoss right there in the bed of my truck Hell yes I do love my sweet tea But every now and then, I need my Jack D Gotta love the American way I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots Still hold on to my country roots Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm Born and raised on a Florida farm I love my Garth and old George Strait Ya I'll fish with real live bait I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred And I'll be country 'till I'm dead