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Here's the old—time country song that y'all wanna hear
About tailgates, and denim jeans, and ice—cold beer
Boot—scoot, baby, down a red dirt track
Raise your drink and your cowboy hat
We're livin' the good life, we don't look back
Doin' it the country way
Weekend fishin' with a few good friends
Rusty wheels, we don't need no Benz
Under the sun where it all makes sense
We don't know another way
Here's the old—time country song y'all wanna hear
About tailgates, and denim jeans, and ice—cold beer
It's that back—road sing—along we all wanna shout
If you're from a town nobody knows, then say it real loud
We're country proud
Oh—whoa, oh—oh
We're country proud
Oh—whoa, oh—oh
Dirt bike ridin' in our own backyard
Radio underneath the stars
Billy breaking his achy heart
That's how we were raised
We love mama's cooking and dad's bad jokes
Grandma dancing to Cotton Eye Joe (Cotton Eye Joe)
Nothin' fake 'bout the country folks (them folks)
We ain't never gonna, we ain't never gonna change
Here's the old—time country song that y'all wanna hear
About tailgates, and denim jeans, and ice—cold beer
It's that back road sing—along we all wanna shout
If you're from a town nobody knows, then say it real loud
We're country proud
Oh—whoa (country proud), oh—oh
We're country proud
Oh—whoa, oh—oh
Let's go now
Oh, yeah
Whoa—oh
If you love being country, then I want you to sing
About moonshine, and bonfires, and front porch swings
It's the back road singalong we all wanna shout (shout it)
If you're from a town nobody knows, then say it real loud
We're country proud
Oh—whoa, oh—oh
We're country proud
Oh—whoa (whoa), oh—oh
We're country proud
Oh—whoa, oh—oh
We're country proud