Hey darlin' pass another Kerr jar to me
Butter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite
Cantaloupe thumps like it's finaly ripe
Box fan on a lawn chair suckin' in swamp air
That's what country is
Chorus
It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss
It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell in the cotton
It's a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips
That's what country is
When the sun starts slippin' from the delta sky
And the last scarecrow tucks in for the night
Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank
'Bout an hour till we feel the first catfish yank
Barefoot cane pole wavin' at the riverboats
They when they're gone take a dip in the moon glow
That's what country is
Chorus
It ain't a jacked up truck that's never seen a pasture
It's cars pulling over for a no cab tractor
It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips
No, it can't be bought it's somethin' you're born with
That's what country is(x4)
There's a house fly swimming in my sweet tea Hey darlin' pass another Kerr jar to me Butter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite Cantaloupe thumps like it's finaly ripe Box fan on a lawn chair suckin' in swamp air That's what country is Chorus It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell in the cotton It's a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips That's what country is When the sun starts slippin' from the delta sky And the last scarecrow tucks in for the night Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank 'Bout an hour till we feel the first catfish yank Barefoot cane pole wavin' at the riverboats They when they're gone take a dip in the moon glow That's what country is Chorus It ain't a jacked up truck that's never seen a pasture It's cars pulling over for a no cab tractor It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips No, it can't be bought it's somethin' you're born with That's what country is(x4) Explain Request ×
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