Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Corey Crowder
Programación
Derek Wells
Guitarra eléctrica
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitarra acústica
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bajo eléctrico
Dave Cohen
Órgano Hammond
Jerry Roe
Batería
Brian Kelley
Voces de fondo
Tyler Hubbard
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Corey Crowder
Autoría
Ernest Keith Smith
Autoría
Ryan Vojtesak
Autoría
Kane Brown
Autoría
Chase McGill
Autoría
Will Weatherly
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Corey Crowder
Producción
Jeff Juliano
Ingeniería de mezcla
David Cook
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Scott Cooke
Ingeniería de edición
Ally Gecewicz
Ingeniería de edición
Eivind Nordland
Ingeniería de edición
Derek Wells
Ingeniería de edición
Adam Ayan
Masterización
Brian Kelley
Producción
Tyler Hubbard
Producción
Letra
[Verse 1]
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, baby
[Verse 2]
Out here ain't nothing but woods and water
Drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber
Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle
How the good Lord intended it, yes he did
[Verse 3]
I love my country, I love my country
Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
I'm loud and proud, rolling into town
Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound
Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
I love my country and I love my country
Up loud
[Verse 4]
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 5]
Barbecue, steak fries
Styrofoam plate date night
George Strait singing greats while
We turning up, sitting lake-side
That pedal steel, she straight sliding
Over here, to me she do that
Alabama shake, like you ain't ever seen
[Verse 6]
I love my country, I love my country
Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
I'm loud and proud, rolling into town
Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound
Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud
[Verse 7]
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 8]
I love my country up loud
I'm talking way up loud
[Verse 9]
I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd
And going out downtown when I'm with her
Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road
But damn sure nowhere close to the way that
[Verse 10]
I love my country, I love my country
Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
I'm loud and proud, rolling into town
Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound
Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud
[Verse 11]
Yeah, baby
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 12]
I love my country up loud
Yeah, way up loud
[Verse 13]
That's a country-ass lick right there, boy
Written by: Corey Crowder, Ernest K. Smith, Ryan Vojtesak

