Country In My Soul

Yeah, I like a little Captain in my coke

You know I like a little good time in my smoke

With a pair of tan legs hangin' off the tailgate

Underneath the bridge down Harrison Road

I like fried chicken right off the bone

I like my peaches homegrown

Pickin' on a six-string, listen to the choir sing

With a little Garth on the radio

A little bit of Florida, a little bit of Georgia

And a whole lot of country in my soul

You see, my roots are buried deep down in the south

And these boots don't get muddy from sittin' around

Out here in the holler, we work hard for a dollar

From sun up to sun down

Well, I ain't been handed a thing from the man

And all that I own, I got with my own hands

I work hard and play hard, so don't be alarmed

That's just who I am

Yeah, I like a little Captain in my coke

You know I like a little good time in my smoke

With a pair of tan legs hangin' off the tailgate

Underneath the bridge down Harrison Road

I like fried chicken right off the bone

I like my peaches homegrown

Pickin' on a six-string, listen to the choir sing

With a little Garth on the radio

A little bit of Florida, a little bit of Georgia

And a whole lot of country in my soul

Yeah, my way of life is from Jesus to Jones

I've got fire in my blood and desire in my bones

I am who I am, and I don't give a damn

'Cause that's just how I roll

I like a little Captain in my coke

You know I like a little good time in my smoke

With a pair of tan legs hangin' off the tailgate

Underneath the bridge down Harrison Road

I like fried chicken right off the bone

You know I like my peaches homegrown

Pickin' on a six-string, listen to the choir sing

With a little Garth on the radio

A little bit of Florida, a little bit of Georgia

And a whole lot of country in my soul

Yeah, I like a little Captain in my coke

You know I like a little good time in my smoke

With a pair of tan legs hangin' off the tailgate

Underneath the bridge down Harrison Road

I like fried chicken right off the bone

I like my peaches homegrown

Pickin' on a six-string, listen to the choir sing

With a little Garth on the radio

A little bit of Florida, a little bit of Georgia

And a whole lot of country in my soul

In my soul, in my soul, yeah

In my soul, yeah

A little bit of Florida, a little bit of Georgia

And a whole lot of country in my soul