Thirty miles from Talladega back in the spring of ?84

Momma raised us by the Good Book and kept a 12 gauge by 

the door

People said that she was crazy, livin' out there on the 

farm

Had a spit cup on the dashboard and Bear Bryant 

tattooed on her arm.



(Chorus 1)

That's just country like the dogwoods and the pine 

trees growin' wild

Like a red dirt on a little barefoot child, it's kinda 

funny

That's just country, like the fiddles in the music that 

we love

Like the reckless streak that running through our blood

That's just country.



Daddy got up every morning, headed straight out to the 

field

Workin' hard to make a dollar when times were tough and 

life was real

Then he'd come home in the evening, an aching back and 


a troubled mind

Watch the sun fade in the west sky, sinkin' down 

beneath the pines.



(Repeat Chorus 1)



Grandma made us cathead biscuits, ham and chicken, 

always fried

Sop it up with red eye gravy, a stick of butter on the 

side

Then I'd pull out that old guitar, bend some strings 

and pick a tune

Play a little mountain music, beneath an Alabama moon.





(Chorus 2 )

That's just country, like a freight train just a 

rollin' down the track

Like them dusty boots and faded old straw hats, it's 

kinda funny

That's just country, like turnip greens and momma's 

homemade pie

Well I reckon I'll be downhome ?til I die

That's just country.



(Repeat Chorus 1)