I AIN'T IN THE COUNTRY NO MORE

I packed my only guitar

In my Chevy Silverado

I drove down to the corner store

Gassed up and headed North

Said goodbye to mom and pops

Church parking lots, roadblocks, and potholes

Left the name my mama gave me

Right there rocking on the porch

Whoa

I never seen so much concrete before

I ain't in the country no more

I got woke up this morning to a choir of singing sirens

I went out barefoot to watch 'em go by

Cut my foot on sidewalk glass

Gave a hungry man a dollar

He was begging, he was crying

A little later on, he was drinking on

A 40 in a paper sack

Whoa

I never been got like that before

I guess I ain't in the country no more

No, I ain't in the country no more

Nobody talks like I do

Nobody here at all

No, hell yeah, hey y'all

But oh, this raised-on-hard-work boy's

Gonna live a dream 'til he dies

I wish I was, but I ain't in the country no more

In the country no more

Go

I'm damn proud of my roots

My red-wing boots and my blue collar

This chip here on my shoulder is a town I can't let down

Lord knows I ain't no Jesus, but I'll proudly be the martyr

Spread the word about that nowhere place that makes the world go 'round

Whoa

I ain't in the country no more

No, I ain't in the country no more

Nobody talks like I do

Nobody here at all

No, hell yeah, hey y'all

But oh, this-raised-on-hard-work boy's

Gonna live a dream 'til he dies

I wish I was, but I ain't in the country no more

In the country no more

Go

No, I ain't in the country no more

I ain't in the country no more

Go