Let Your Country Out

He’s got designer jeans, a ten-gallon hat
Steppin’ out of a jacked-up Cadillac
(Look at that, look at that)
Diamond rings on his fingers, chains around his neck
Why’s a backwoods boy wanna dress like that
(Imitation Caucasian rap)
Come on, son, you ‘aint from the hood
Put your camo on and step back in the woods
 
CHORUS
Let your country out
Sing them good ole songs with a Southern feel
Let your down-home shine
Get a fiddle and a banjo, pick a little George Jones
Let ‘em know what Dixie’s all about
Let your country out
 
She’s got six-inch heels and clip-on hair
Struttin’ around like a diva from Vanity Fair
(All the boys gonna stare)
Fake eyelashes, manicured hands
Ruby red lips and a spray-on tan
(From a can, from a can)
Come on girl, this ‘aint New York City
Grab your cowboy boots ‘n crank the Conway Twitty
 
CHORUS
 
You might could remember “Yes sir,” “Yes Ma’am” and “Y’all”
Give up all that city talk and get back your drawl
 
CHORUS
Let your country out
Sing them good ole songs with a Southern feel
Let your down-home shine
Dance a jig, get a jug, play Flatt & Scruggs
Let your country out
Tappin’ toes, slappin’ knees, singin’ sweet harmonies
Let your down-home shine
Get a fiddle and a banjo, pick a little George Jones
Let ‘em know what Dixie’s all about
Let your country, let your country, let your country out