Country To The Bone

COUNTRY TO THE BONE

I work hard for my dollar, Live way back in the holler
I don't drive a Merceds-Benz
I can't stand cavier, I drink my tea from a jar
and I don't have aany high class friends
You can hate me, you can love me but I'm proud of my country
Ain't afraid to tell you how I feel
This Ol' Cowboy ain't gonna be nobodies toy
What you see is what you get and it's real

I like John Deere, cold beer, huntin', fishin' all year
My heroes are Haggard and Jones
I'm a Strait man, A Chris fan he sang about the western land
I never liked the Rolling Stones
I'm genuine tried and true, bleed Red, White & Blue
Where I lay my head down is home
That's the way I'll always be until the day they bury me
Country To The Bone

My hands are hard and calloused I don't live in a palace
But I'm the king of my four room shack
I don't have a jacuzzi or a poodle named Suzi
Just a spring fed creek out back
A cowboy hillbilly, you may think I talk silly
But I wouldn't mind helping you out
I'm true to the roots I've grown, earned everything I own
And that's what country's all about

I like deviled eggs, frog legs, BarBQ and pony kegs
A fresh pot of Cowboy Stew
I'll always be a Ford man, won't ever buy a foreign brand
I'll be dead before I do
I'm genuine tried and true, bleed Red, White & Blue
Where I lay my head down is home
That's the way I'll always be until the day they bury me
Country To The Bone
Yeah, That's the way I'll always be until the day they bury me
Country To The Bone

Country, To The Bone
Country, To The Bone