Toe the Mason Dixon Line

You can't choose your family or where it is that you come from
But if your heart calls out for country you can go and get you some
Just cuz they call you Yankee don't mean you don't belong
Cuz the redneck in you comes alive when you hear that country song

So if you're sippin' a Martini but you want an ice cold beer
Just show your country sassafras and get your ass down here
And if you're driving a Mercedes but you wish it was a truck
Go and take a drive down 95 cuz we don't give a damn
You am what you am
You'll be whistling Dixie in good time
When you toe the Mason Dixon line

No you can't choose your name, and you can't choose your maker
But you can put your boots down in the ground of a small town country acre
Just cuz they called 'em rebels don't mean no choosing sides
There's a country heart beat keeping time nationwide

So if you say you guys when you really mean y'all
You can say whatever comes to mind if you say it with a drawl
If you're nibblin' on some sushi but you're craving shrimp and grits
Just belly up in this honky tonk
Cuz we don't give two hoots
Go and get yourself some boots
And step along that old grapevine
Toe the Mason Dixon line

You can't choose your family
Or where it is that you come from

So if your head's in New York City but your heart's in Tennessee
You're never more than a country mile from where you're meant to be
And if you wish your suit and tie was a t-shirt and a cap
Go and show the world what God gave you, cuz we don't give a lick
Down here in the sticks
In the sweet shade of southern pine
Everything will be just fine
You know you'll find some peace of mind
When you toe the Mason Dixon line