shes pony-tailed and shes halter topped her bumper sticker says "i hate hip hop"

with a southern drawl, she says howdy y'all

and her hands ain't afraid of dirt



he's proud of his old truck

he spray painted over dents and rust

the motor smokes, it's got four bald tires, but the radio works



(Chourus:)

so blame me for the way they are 

their love of the fiddle and the steel guitar

blame me for their cowboy hats, roper boots, wrangler jeans, and rifle racks



they were kids when hag and me came to town

all eyes and ears, look at 'em now

center stage on the grand ole opry on a saturday night 

sing about fishin' and the lord above

fallin' in and out of love

from aunt bea to uncle sam and that american pie

from big cities to little towns

were hard core country inside and out



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