Tyler Farr - C.O.U.N.T.R.Y. lyrics

We come from Eastabuchie Booger Hooker Possum Knuckle Bug and Grinder's Switch We hoop and holler when old Charlie Daniels calls that devil son of a b**h Yeah we plow it, nail it, bail it, then hightail it to town We spend our pay day on them ladies and them long necked rounds We gonna live out past the limits ‘til the day that we die We're from the banjo chicken pluckin', double clutchin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y C.O.U.N.T.R.Y We like them shiny silver buckle, straight tequila, Wrangler knuckle Barbie dolls We got them bait and tackle, barbecutie booty tannin' one stop shoppin' malls We like our Beech-Nut long cut, Truck Nutz hangin' off of the hitch We whiskey shoot it, scoot it Fridays when we're hillbilly rich Charlotte's brother's on the sofa eatin' chocolate pie Out in the deer and dirt road ruttin', corn row cuttin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y Can I get an Amen? Come On! Amen! We love our guns, our God, our Jesus, pledge allegiance, too We bleed in John Deere green, red and white and blue Screw politically correct, we gonna let it fly Out in the get it good and stuck and mother truckin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y C.O.U.N.T.R.Y C.O.U.N.T.R.Y