C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
But we're true and tried, genuine, certified
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots
She can dance to the music, all night long
I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer
I know how to work and how to have fun
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone
We might not show it by the way we walk
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
She likes boogy woogy, Reggae, Rap, Pop and Soul
That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die
You might not know it by the way we talk
Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock and Roll
If you really want to know what drives her wild
That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs
