C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

I aint never hauled hay in the trunk of my car,
But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar.
I know how to work and how ta have fun,
Im a good-timin, blue -collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs,
Huntin and fishin and ice cold beer.
Thats the way
Im gonna be till the day
I die, C-O-
U-N-T-R-Y
My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes,
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots.
She can dance to the music, all night long ,
Shes a stick of dynamite, shes bad to the bone.
She likes
Boogy Woogy,
Ragae, Rap,
Pop, and Soul,
Hip-Hop Blues, and
Rock and Roll.
If you really want to know what drives her wild,
C-O-U-N-T-
R-Y You might not know it by the way we talk,
We might not show it by the way we walk,
But were true and tried, genuine, certified,
C-O-U-N-T-
R-Y Thats the way were gonna be until the day we die
C-O-U-N-T-
R-Y I said
C-O-U-N-T-
R-Y