Real Country
Oh-oo-woah-oo-woah
Oh-oo-woah-oo-woah
Oh-oo
Caught up in the life of a modern-day cowboy
Ridin' that Harley like I had to go steal one
Chasin' that high, danger when I wake
Dodgin' every single bullet that's fired my way
A gun and mudslinger on them county roads
Southern boy, tattoos from head to toe
To hell with bein' pretty for the camera and phones
I came to get dirty and I got one goal
To leave out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell 'til the flames charcoal the game
Never even try to fix my down home twang
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
The new age, "Man in Black" that the people need
Tell 'em, "Talk that shit, to me, it means nothin'"
I'm only speakin' for real country (real country)
Only speakin' for real country
Don't put your two cents in on what I should do
Unless you been whiskey-bent blarin' Chris LeDoux
Unless you got a couple scars for a story to prove
Or the soles ain't worn in a pair of work boots
I grew up in a way that's gettin' erased
Dixieland pride, they wanna fade the face
And stick a pretty boy in to get us replaced
But you don't wanna get yanked by a fan of Hank
Runnin' circles around y'all like Dale at Talladega
Take a bite outta you like salt on tomatoes
And I tell you how it is, then you tuck your tail
I ain't even gotta say it 'cause everybody could tell
I'm leavin' out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell 'til the flames charcoal the game
Never even try to fix my down home twang
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
The new-age, "Man in Black" that the people need
Tell 'em, "Talk that shit, to me, it means nothin'"
I'm only speakin' for real country (woah-oo-woah-oh-oo)
A Copenhagen smile when I talk that smack
Shotgun and a rifle hangin' in the back
Creed Fisher said it and I'll have his back
You'll be meetin' the country boys if you burn that flag
We're leavin' out respected by any means
Ride a storm, no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell 'til the flames charcoal the game
Never even try to fix my down home twang
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
The new age, "Men in Black" that the people need
Tell 'em, "Talk that shit, to me, it means nothin'"
I'm only speakin' for real country
I'm only speakin' for real country
Oh-oo-woah-oo-woah
Oh-oo
Caught up in the life of a modern-day cowboy
Ridin' that Harley like I had to go steal one
Chasin' that high, danger when I wake
Dodgin' every single bullet that's fired my way
A gun and mudslinger on them county roads
Southern boy, tattoos from head to toe
To hell with bein' pretty for the camera and phones
I came to get dirty and I got one goal
To leave out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell 'til the flames charcoal the game
Never even try to fix my down home twang
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
The new age, "Man in Black" that the people need
Tell 'em, "Talk that shit, to me, it means nothin'"
I'm only speakin' for real country (real country)
Only speakin' for real country
Don't put your two cents in on what I should do
Unless you been whiskey-bent blarin' Chris LeDoux
Unless you got a couple scars for a story to prove
Or the soles ain't worn in a pair of work boots
I grew up in a way that's gettin' erased
Dixieland pride, they wanna fade the face
And stick a pretty boy in to get us replaced
But you don't wanna get yanked by a fan of Hank
Runnin' circles around y'all like Dale at Talladega
Take a bite outta you like salt on tomatoes
And I tell you how it is, then you tuck your tail
I ain't even gotta say it 'cause everybody could tell
I'm leavin' out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell 'til the flames charcoal the game
Never even try to fix my down home twang
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
The new-age, "Man in Black" that the people need
Tell 'em, "Talk that shit, to me, it means nothin'"
I'm only speakin' for real country (woah-oo-woah-oh-oo)
A Copenhagen smile when I talk that smack
Shotgun and a rifle hangin' in the back
Creed Fisher said it and I'll have his back
You'll be meetin' the country boys if you burn that flag
We're leavin' out respected by any means
Ride a storm, no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell 'til the flames charcoal the game
Never even try to fix my down home twang
To be the lone wolf of the country scene
The new age, "Men in Black" that the people need
Tell 'em, "Talk that shit, to me, it means nothin'"
I'm only speakin' for real country
I'm only speakin' for real country
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Daniel Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch
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