Line Dust

I grew up wearing the same boots and hat
It aint something weird to me
They'd walk through the swamps of Florida
And the streets of Madrid

But there is something I saw that seemed strange
Some people hiding their hats on bags
I mean, hats dont make you country (boyy)
So why yall acting like that

Tight jeans and bucket belts just for this day
They'll be in suits the rest of the week
It aint nothin' wrong with that, dont get me wrong (but)
Don't mess with things you shouldn't be

You can talk about my hair you can talk about my tatts
Like they scared of meeting someone real
We are just blue collar good ol' boys
Bringing back waylon jennings deal

We know everything about country
Y'all know everything about dance
You can't teach me nothing
Give me some dust

Back in the day sir Horan showed the way
We raised a flag that says "don't tread on me"
Hank Jr taught us how to survive
(and) his son how to be free

But there's people out there that we dont match them feet
We aint country enough for them to fit
They rather shake on that pop radio shit
Maybe we're too redneck to fill their hits

We know everything about country
Y'all know everything about dance
You can't teach me nothing
Give me some dust