Old Country Soul

Born and raised on a backroad Speaker box and a canepole Saturday we were rebels But we were angels in church Beat up boots on the front porch Rusty roots in the back forty Nothing's ever meant more to me than that dirt Never givin' up, never turn it down Same back then as it is right now No matter where I'm at man I know I got that old country soul That Boondocks swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Some day write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul I'm a blue ribbon on a PBR Countin' bliss and countin' stars Memories in a mason jar that won't let me go Like an old guitar in a brand new song Just cause you leave don't mean you're gone No matter where I'm at man I know I got that old country soul That Boondocks swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Some day write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul It's who I'll always be It's every part of me It's in my bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road That front porch light that takes me home (Oow) oow I got it (I got that Old country soul) Never gonna say it now (Soul, yeah) I got that Old country soul That Boondocks swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Some day write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul, yeah (I got that old country soul) (And it never gonna change) I got that old country Old country soul