I'm Country

There's a plasic stretched across a broken window pane. You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor when it rains. There's a ten-point buck on my livin' room wall: A squirrel and two ducks are hangin' in the hall. That hole in my yard is a barbecue pit: A couple times a year, we'll throw a hog in it. There's a four-wheel drive parked in my driveway: I'm a proud and active member of the NRA. Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it. I'm country, that's my kind of livin'. White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's. Well, I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows: I stay out some nights until the cows come home. I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin', Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. Well, there's my Mama in the rockin' chair by my screen door: The red, white, and blue hangs off of my front porch. There's my darlin' in the garden pickin' black eyed peas: Kids are bouncin' up and down on the trampoline. My truck cost less than my champion 'coon dog: My neck is painted red, by the Grace of God. My kids say: "Please, Sir, Thank you and Ma'am." I ain't what I ain't, but I am what I am. Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it. I'm country, that's my kind of livin'. White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's. I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows: I stay out some nights until the cows come home. I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin', Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. Yeah, I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows: I stay out some nights until the cows come home. I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin', Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. Yeah, I'm a-dog runnin', deer huntin', fish catchin', cow tippin', Corn-pickin', cider-sippin', fight-startin', kid-raisin', Wife-lovin', gun-totin', hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Yeah, I guarantee you, I'm country. I ain't scared to be country neither.