C.O.U.N.T.R.Y.

We come from Eastabuchie Booger Hooker Possum Knuckle Bug and Grinder's Switch

We hoop and holler when old Charlie Daniels calls that Devil, "Son of a bitch"

Yeah, we plow it, nail it, bail it, then high tail it to town

We spend our payday on them ladies and them long necked rounds

We gonna live out past the limits 'til the day that we die

We're from the banjo chicken pluckin', double clutchin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

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We like them shiny silver buckles, straight tequila, Wrangler knuckle Barbie dolls

We got them bait and tackle, barbecutie booty tannin' one stop shoppin' malls

We like our Beech-Nut long cut, Truck Nutz hangin' off of the hitch

We whiskey shoot it, scoot it Fridays when we're hillbilly rich

Charlotte's brothers on a sofa eating chocolate pie

Out in the deer and dirt road ruttin', corn row cuttin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

Can I get an Amen? (C'mon Amen)

We love our guns, our God, our Jesus, pledge allegiance too

We bleedin' John Deere green, red and white and blue

Screw politically correct, we gonna let it fly

Out in the get it good and stuck and mother truckin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

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