Grew Up Country

Money can't buy growin'-up-without-money

Running 'round the yard, with your bare feet muddy

Mama made you tuck your shirt for church on Sunday

And you're thinkin' that you got it bad

You wonder if it'd be a little different in the city

What it'd be like to live like them kids on the TV

Anywhere but any part of this nitty-gritty

Little bigger dot on the map

Yeah, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

It was easy to see what all we didn't have

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, but sittin' here, grown up, lookin' back

I wouldn't have it any other way, thank God I was born and raised

Down there, where the street ends and the creek bends

Weekends, we'd spend our money on

Cold beers from the county store, a couple inches on a four-by-four

Lord knows there's a lot of ways that we coulda came up, buddy

But I'm glad we grew up country

I'm glad we grew up country

Yeah, Daddy drove an old Ford truck till it died

And we drove him crazy when he pulled in the drive

He taught us how to hunt, tie a hook, and wet a line

He always said, "Boy, trust me

You be glad you grew up country"

I wouldn't have it any other way, thank God I was born and raised

Down there, where the street ends and the creek bends

Weekends, we'd spend our money on

Cold beers from the county store, a couple inches on a four-by-four

Lord knows there's a lot of ways that we coulda came up, buddy

But I'm glad we grew up country

I wouldn't have it any other way, thank God I was born and raised

Down there, where the street ends and the creek bends

Weekends, we'd spend our money on

Cold beers from the county store, a couple inches on a four-by-four

Lord knows there's a lot of ways that we coulda came up, buddy

But I'm glad we grew up country

Yeah, I'm glad we grew up country

Yeah, money can't buy growin'-up-without-money

Running 'round the yard, with your bare feet muddy