We come from... booger hooker opossum knuckle ... switch

We whoop and holler when ol' Charlie Daniels calls that Devil "Son of a Bitch"

Yeah we plow it, nail it, bail it, then high tail it to town.

We spend our payday on them ladies and them long neckin' rounds

We gonna live out past the limits til the day that we die

We're from the banjo chicken pluckin', double clutchin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

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

We like them shiny silver buckles, straight tequila, wrangler knuckle, Barbie Dolls.

We got them bait and tackle, barbi-cutey booty, tannin', one stop shoppin' mall.

We like our pieced up, long cut, truck nuts, hanging off a the hitch.

We whiskey shootey scootey friday, when we're hillbilly rich

charlotte's brothers on the sofa eating chocolate pie

out in the deer and dirt road ruttin', corn row cuttin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y.

Can I get an Amen

We love our guns, our God, our Jesus, pledge allegiance too

We bleeding John Deere Green, Red n White and Blue

screw politically correct, we gonna let it fly

out in the get it good 'n stuckin mother truckin C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

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

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