Crickets singing in the evening hours
Daddy on guitar picking 'Wildwood Flower'
Old record player spinning LP's
Yeah, that's music to me

Reel screaming, large mouth on the line
Georgia breeze whistling through the pines
Mama hollering "Y'all let's eat"
Yeah, that's music to me

Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That's who I am and what I love
Saturday nights full of Haggard and Whitley
A Sunday morning choir 
Now that's music to me

High school football when the home team scores
Little bare feet on a hardwood floor
Hear her whisper, the kids are asleep
Yeah, that's music to me

Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That's who I am and what I love
Saturday nights full of Haggard and Whitley
A Sunday morning choir 
Now that's music to me

Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That's who I am and what I love
A ho down fiddle a little off key
Old hound dog a-howling
Yeah, that's music to me

Yeah, that's music to me