Have you ever popped a can

And put a pinch between your cheek and gum

Run barefooted through the woods

Come hunting with a blue tick and a gun

Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon

Or is that too country for you



Is you're right here kicking back

Six pack on the tailgate by the tree

Kettle full of mud bugs

And a pair of levis rolled up to your knees

With a long-legged bama girl

And her born to ride tattoo

Or is that too country for you



If that's too country I understand

Man I can't talk any faster than I already am

But I think there might be something

Going wrong with your roots

If that's too country for you



How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch

Picking a song with only three chords

Good and loud

Saturday night for sure

And Sunday praising the Lord



I pulled up in your driveway

With my kicking stereo turned up to ten

Would you cook a pig and float a keg

And get down with my rough and rowdy friends

Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon

Or is that too country for you



If that's too country I understand

Man I can't talk any faster than I already am

But I think there might be something

Going wrong with your roots

If that's too country for you

If that's too country

For you



Is that clay a little too red for ya