Old Country Soul (Live At History)

[Verse 1]
Born and raised on a backroad
Speaker box and a cane pole
Saturday, we were rebels
But we were angels in church, amen
Beat up boots on the front porch
Rusty roots in the back forty
Nothing's ever meant more to me
Than that dirt
Never givin' up, never turn it down
Same back then as it is right now
No matter where I'm at, man, I know, what?

[Chorus]
I got that old country soul
That Boondocks swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
I got that old country
I got that old country soul
I wouldn't trade it for gold
Someday write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul

[Interlude]
How we doing on the balcony up therе?
Tell 'em about it

[Verse 2]
I'm a blue ribbon on a PBR
Countin' blеssings, countin' stars
Memories in a mason jar that won't let me go
Like an old guitar on a brand new song
Just 'cause you leave, don't mean you're gone
No matter where I'm at, man, I know
Alright, let's hear you, Toronto

[Chorus]
I got that old country soul
That Boondocks swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
I got that old country
I got that old country soul
I wouldn't trade it for gold
Someday write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul

[Bridge]
It's who I'll always be (I'll always be)
It's every part of me
It's my in bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road
That front porch light that takes me home
Hey, Ben, take it home, boy
Get out of here, Benny
Stand up, Ben
Be careful
Old country soul
Ooh
Old country soul

[Chorus]
I got that old country soul
That Boondocks swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
That was almost really bad
I got that old country
I got that old country soul
I wouldn't trade it for gold
Someday write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul
I got that old country soul
I got that old country, old country soul

[Outro]
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