C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

[Intro]
Woo

[Verse 1]
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car
But I drank a little shine from a mason jar
I know how to work and how to have fun
I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, county fairs
Huntin' and fishin' and ice-cold beer
That's the way I'm gonna be 'til the day I die
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

[Verse 2]
My baby looks hot in her high-heel shoes
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots
She can dance to the music all night long
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone
She likes boogie-woogie, reggae, rap, pop, and soul
Hip-hop, blues, and rock 'n' roll
If you really wanna know what drives her wild
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

[Bridge]
You might not know it by the way we talk
We might not show it by the way we walk
But we're true and tried, genuine, certified
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

[Outro]
I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y