Not Country

I didn’t drop a deer evr’y mornin’

from a deep woods pine tree stand

But I’ve been huntin’ half a world from home

and put blood in the desert sand

I didn’t pray for rain or grain,

I just prayed to survive

I didn’t wear Red Wings or a Stetson,

but there’s cowboy in my eyes

I Might not be what you’d call country, till the country calls

First in line to answer, pack it up and risk it all

I\'m not one for church on Sunday, till another of us falls

I might not be what you’d call country, till the country calls

I wear a different kind of camo

And my rifle ain’t the same

The jacked up trucks are bulletproof

And the radio won’t play Hank

I Might not be what you’d call country, till the country calls

First in line to answer, pack it up and risk it all

I\'m not one for church on Sunday, till another of us falls

I might not be what you’d call country, till the country calls

I’ve got couple tags, they hang here on this chain

And I’ll reap what I’ve sewn, but it won’t make it to your plate

I Might not be what you’d call country, till the country calls

First in line to answer, pack it up and risk it all

I\'m not one for church on Sunday, till a brother of mine falls

I might not be what you’d call country, till the country calls

There’s no 12 point on my wall

but there’s scars on my soul

The only trophy on my mantle

Is a flag I don’t unfold