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Sticks are for fire and rocks are for skipping
You call it country and I call it living
Ain't got much round this zip code
Just a couple gas stations and a watering hole
Frying pan frying up some country fried chicken
Martins Meat and 3 with all of the fixins
Ain't no noise 'cept the trucks and the crickets
You call it country and I call it living
Dogs in the front yard, mama's in the kitchen
Daddy's got his Zebco johnboat fishing
Lights still hanging on the porch from last Christmas
You call it country and I call it living
It's where I'm from, it's what I do
Might seem a little back woods to you
Sticks are for fires and rocks are for skipping
You call it country and I call it living
Chevy in the driveway sitting on blocks
(Chevy in the driveway sitting on blocks)
Ain't no neighbors, so the door's unlocked
(You come knockin', door's unlocked)
Money in a mattress so it stays hidden
'Cause we never had enough for a pot to piss in
If you ain't from 'round here then you wouldn't get it
You call it country and I call it living
Dogs in the front yard, mama's in the kitchen
Daddy's got his Zebco johnboat fishing
Lights still hanging on the porch from last Christmas
You call it country and I call it living
It's where I'm from, it's what I do
Might seem a little back woods to you
Sticks are for fires and rocks are for skipping
You call it country and I call it living
You call it country, I call it living
Dogs in the front yard, mama's in the kitchen
Daddy's got his Zebco johnboat fishing
Lights still hanging on the porch from last Christmas
You call it country, I call it living
It's where I'm from, it's what I do
Might seem a little back woods to you
Sticks are for fires and rocks are for skipping
You call it country and I call it living
You call it country and I call it living
You call it country, I call it living