All We Were Was Country

Never heard of a creek, we called it a crick

And folks in town, they called us hicks

What’s a violin, I thought it was a fiddle

That’s what ya get growin’ up in the middle…

Of somewhere in the AM static

Papaw taught me every song he could

With three chords and the truth

Just like Hank

We weren’t rich, but we weren’t poor

We weren’t real hardwood, but we weren’t old dirt floors

We weren’t redneck, we weren’t hillbilly

All we were was country

Well I ain’t old, but I’m old enough

To know where third gear’s at in a three-speed truck

Ya ain’t worked hard enough if ya ain’t got a blister

And there’s a mighty big difference ‘tween supper and dinner

We weren’t rich, but we weren’t poor

We weren’t real hardwood, but we weren’t old dirt floors

We weren’t redneck, we weren’t hillbilly

All we were was country

We weren’t rich, but we weren’t poor

We weren’t real hardwood, but we weren’t old dirt floors

We weren’t redneck, we weren’t hillbilly

All we were was country

All we were was country