There's a house fly swimming in my sweet tea Hey darlin' pa** another Kerr jar to me bu*ter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite Cantaloupe thumps like it's finaly ripe Box fan on a lawn chair s**in' in swamp air That's what country is Chorus It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell in the cotton It's a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips That's what country is When the sun starts slippin' from the delta sky And the last scarecrow tucks in for the night Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank 'Bout an hour till we feel the first catfish yank Barefoot cane pole wavin' at the riverboats They when they're gone take a dip in the moon glow That's what country is Chorus It ain't a jacked up truck that's never seen a pasture It's cars pulling over for a no cab tractor It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips No, it can't be bought it's somethin' you're born with