Workin' on My Country

Boots on the ground taking bills to the bank
Riding round in trucks with that ole hank cranked
Dirt on a white shirt, hands that know hard work
Talking like yes ma'am and no sir
Pine on the pew red written in the word
All you need is three chords for the truth to be heard
Bunch of neighbors chippin' in, working hard, weekends
Down here everybody knows

Out here doing just fine
Doors always open if you wanna stop by
I've seen city lights
I can tell ya they got nothing on a southern starry night
Got a lot to learn
Favors to return
Lotta life to give
Respect to earn
Guess I'll always be
Always be
Always be
Workin' on my country

That's just how this good ole girl was raised
Round here ya ask daddy fore ya offer last names
Waiting on your turn, opening doors first
Living everyday just to pay it forward

Out here doing just fine
Doors always open if you wanna stop by
I've seen city lights
I can tell ya they got nothing on a southern starry night
Got a lot to learn
Favors to return
Lotta life to give
Respect to earn
Guess I'll always be
Always be
Always be
Workin' on my country

Never wanna change it, can ya really blame it
Just a patch of planet that ya never take for granted
Troubles made for getting in
Holes are made for watering
Stands are made for bucking
Back roads are made for trucking it
Troubles made for getting in
Holes are made for watering
Stands are made for bucking
Back roads are made for trucking it

Out here doing just fine
Doors always open if you wanna stop by
I've seen city lights
I can tell ya they got nothing on a southern starry night
Got a lot to learn
Favors to return
Lotta life to give
Respect to earn
Guess I'll always be
Always be
Always be
Guess I'll always be
Always be damn proud to be
Workin' on my country



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Wagner, Stephen Deloach, Royale Haldenby
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