I grew up 48506 Way up north and in the sticks With my grandpa’s tractor in the backyard Running barefoot wild and free Through the fields and through the creeks Where God’s good people like to work hard
My roots run deeper than these woods Where grass is green and life is good Don’t need no help to bait a hook I can do it myself
If that ain’t country I don’t know what is Been bumping Johnny Cash since I was a little kid Swung a lot of rope swings out in the sunny Living on fun when there wasn’t no money Drinking sweet tea with some lemon on the side Momma screaming out the screen door, “Come on inside” A pan of fried chicken dipping in the honey Come on tell me y’all if that ain’t country
I don’t know what is I don’t know what is I don’t know what I don’t know what is
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Play hide and seek in the corn And we dance when it pours Building forts way up high in the maple trees Bow our heads when we pray “Yes ma’am”, is what we say Sewing bandanas, patching up our holy jeans
I paint my nails but it comes off From jumping cliffs and skipping rocks The moon is bright, let’s catch some frogs y’all
If that ain’t country I don’t know what is Been bumping Johnny Cash since I was a little kid Swung a lot of rope swings out in the sunny Living on fun when there wasn’t no money Drinking sweet tea with some lemon on the side Momma screaming out the screen door, “Come on inside” A pan of fried chicken dipping in the honey Come on tell me y’all if that ain’t country
I don’t know what is I don’t know what is I don’t know what I don’t know what is
Ooh oooh Ooh oooh
There’s a pink camo heart Underneath this Maybelline Come on raise your hands up If you were raised just like me In a pink little house With a white picket fence Underneath blue skies yeah Ain’t that America
(America)
(America) If that ain’t country I don’t know what is Been bumping Johnny Cash since I was a little kid Swung a lot of rope swings out in the sunny Living on fun when there wasn’t no money Drinking sweet tea with some lemon on the side Momma screaming out the screen door, “Come on inside” A pan of fried chicken dipping in the honey Come on tell me y’all if that ain’t country
I don’t know what is I don’t know what is I don’t know what I don’t know what is
Ooh oooh Ooh oooh
I don’t know what is I don’t know what is I don’t know what I don’t know what is
Ooh oooh Ooh oooh
I don’t know what is I don’t know what is I don’t know what I don’t know what is