I AIN'T IN THE COUNTRY NO MORE
I packed my only guitar
In my Chevy Silverado
I drove down to the corner store
Gassed up and headed North
Said goodbye to mom and pops
Church parking lots roadblocks and potholes
Left my name my mama gave me
Right there rocking on the porch
Whoa
I never seen so much concrete before
Whoa
I ain't in the country no more
I got woke up this morning to a choir of singing sirens
I went out barefoot to watch 'em go by
Cut my foot on sidewalk glass
Gave a hungry man a dollar
He was begging, he was crying
A little later on he was drinking on
A 40 in a paper sack
Whoa
I never been got like that before
Whoa
I guess I ain't in the country no more
No I ain't in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do
Nobody here at all
No hell yeah hey y'all
But oh this raised on hard work boy's
Gonna live a dream till he dies
I wish I was but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more
Go
I'm damn proud of my roots
My red wing boots and my blue collar
This chip here on my shoulder is a town I can't let down
Lord knows I ain't no Jesus but I'll proudly be the martyr
Spread the word about that nowhere place
That makes the world go 'round
Whoa
I ain't in the country no more
Whoa
No I ain't in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do
Nobody here at all
No hell yeah hey y'all
But oh this raised on hard work boy's
Gonna live a dream till he dies
I wish I was but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more
Go
No I ain't in the country no more
I ain't in the country no more
Go
In my Chevy Silverado
I drove down to the corner store
Gassed up and headed North
Said goodbye to mom and pops
Church parking lots roadblocks and potholes
Left my name my mama gave me
Right there rocking on the porch
Whoa
I never seen so much concrete before
Whoa
I ain't in the country no more
I got woke up this morning to a choir of singing sirens
I went out barefoot to watch 'em go by
Cut my foot on sidewalk glass
Gave a hungry man a dollar
He was begging, he was crying
A little later on he was drinking on
A 40 in a paper sack
Whoa
I never been got like that before
Whoa
I guess I ain't in the country no more
No I ain't in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do
Nobody here at all
No hell yeah hey y'all
But oh this raised on hard work boy's
Gonna live a dream till he dies
I wish I was but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more
Go
I'm damn proud of my roots
My red wing boots and my blue collar
This chip here on my shoulder is a town I can't let down
Lord knows I ain't no Jesus but I'll proudly be the martyr
Spread the word about that nowhere place
That makes the world go 'round
Whoa
I ain't in the country no more
Whoa
No I ain't in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do
Nobody here at all
No hell yeah hey y'all
But oh this raised on hard work boy's
Gonna live a dream till he dies
I wish I was but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more
Go
No I ain't in the country no more
I ain't in the country no more
Go
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Hillary Lindsey, David Garcia
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