Where I come from sweet tea goes with everything
Ain't nobody eating til they hear amen
Working the farm before the sun comes up
I ain't afraid to get a little dirt on my hands
Bustin' my ass seven days a week
Raise 'em on up if you know what I mean
It's a Friday night in every small town
Two lane riding with the same old crowd
Hit the back forty with a bottle of shine
We'll be whistling dixie all damn night
If you're redneck enough
Come on down and catch a down home buzz
Ain't nothing better than the life we're living
County line high life
Hard to beat a little cane pole fishing
Hit the honey hole just right
It's a hey y'all how you been
Giving my best to your mom and then
Front porch sippin' guitar pickin' some Strait
My kinda country
Baptised in red dirt and fire water
Running my dogs all the way up and down the holler
Got my first buck with Papa's gun
One of these days I'll hand it down to my son
Ain't nothing better than the life we're living
County line high life
Hard to beat a little cane pole fishing
Hit the honey hole just right
It's a hey y'all how you been
Givin' my best to your mom and then
Front porch sippin' guitar pickin' some Strait
That's my kinda country
If you get tired of the city
And you need a little slow down nitty gritty
Four lane roads can turn to two
There's a backwoods buzz just waiting on you
Ain't nothing better than the life we're living
County line high life
Hard to beat a little cane pole fishing
Hit the honey hole just right
It's a hey y'all how you been
Giving my best to your mom and then
Front porch sippin' guitar pickin' some Strait
That's my kinda country
Oh yeah
That's my kinda country