C.o.u.n.t.r.y.

I ain't never hardheaded
In the drunk of my car
But I drink a little shine
From a mason jar
I know how to work
And how to have fun
I'm a good-timin'
Blue collar son of a gun

I like mustang track
Tractor pulls, county fair
Huntin' and fishin'
And ice-cold beer
That's the way I'm gonna be
'Til the day I die
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

My baby looks hot
In her high-heeled shoes
She looks even cooler
With her cowboy boots
She can dance to the music
All night long
She's a stick of dynamite
She's bad to the bone

She likes boogie-woogie
Raggy-rap, pop and soul
Hip-hop, blues
And rock and roll
If you really wanna know
What she drives her wild
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

You might not know it
By the way we talk
We might not show it
By the way we walk
But the true and tryin'
Genuine certify
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

That's the way we're gonna be
'Til the day we die
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y