C.O.U.N.T.R.Y.

We come from Eastabuchie Booger Hooker Possum Knuckle Bug and Grinder's Switch
We hoop and holler when old Charlie Daniels calls that Devil, "Son of a bitch"

Yeah, we plow it, nail it, bail it, then high tail it to town
We spend our payday on them ladies and them long necked rounds
We gonna live out past the limits 'til the day that we die
We're from the banjo chicken pluckin', double clutchin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

We like them shiny silver buckles, straight tequila, Wrangler knuckle Barbie dolls
We got them bait and tackle, barbecutie booty tannin' one stop shoppin' malls
We like our Beech-Nut long cut, Truck Nutz hangin' off of the hitch
We whiskey shoot it, scoot it Fridays when we're hillbilly rich
Charlotte's brothers on a sofa eating chocolate pie
Out in the deer and dirt road ruttin', corn row cuttin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

Can I get an Amen? (C'mon Amen)

We love our guns, our God, our Jesus, pledge allegiance too
We bleedin' John Deere green, red and white and blue
Screw politically correct, we gonna let it fly
Out in the get it good and stuck and mother truckin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

C-O-U-N-T-R-Y



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Writer(s): Chris Tompkins, Rodney Clawson, Craig Wiseman
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