Straight out of Nashville
Here's your next big star
He don't write the songs he sings 
But he knows the words by heart
Wears a cowboy hat and some tight blue jeans
And He struts around the stage 
Like he's the coolest thing you've ever seen
Aw you gotta love him
He looks like a super model
And knows how to strike a pose
And He don't mind the makeup
As long as no one knows
He's got that crooked grin
And talks with a southern draw
Acts like Toby Keith but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
But if he's country I'll kiss your ass
And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash
He's the same old shit in a slightly different bag
Aw Yea but if he's country
Well then country's pretty bad.
I don't watch CMT
No that shit makes me sick
And that old Kenny Chesney, what a hipocrit
He'll swear he's country but live in the Carribean
Sings all about the islands now
But what happened to the Tennesseean
Aw but if he's country I'll kiss your ass
And throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash
He's all about image 'cause image pays the bucks
Aw but if he's country
Well then country really sucks.
What happened to the outlaws
Who weren't afraid to cross the line
What happened to the working men
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives
I was raised in Georgia
In an ol one redlight town
And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around
And he taught me all the good stuff
Thats solid country gold
But now I love it all
From hip-hop to rock-n-roll
And if I aint country then I don't give a damn
My daddy taught me to be my own kind of man
He said, "Son you don't have to go along with the crowd"
So If I aint country
Well I'm pretty frickin proud
Oh well I don't need their labels anyhow.