C-O-U-n-T-R-Y

C-O-U-n-T-R-Y - The Hit Crew

I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car

But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar

I know how to work and how to have fun

I'm a good-timin' blue-collar son-of-a-gun

I like monster trucks tractor pulls country fairs

Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer

That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die

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

My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes

She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots

She can dance to the music all night long

She's a stick of dynamite she's bad to the bone

She likes boogy woogy Reggae Rap Pop and Soul

Hip-Hop Blues and Rock and Roll

If you really want to know what drives her wild

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

You might not know it by the way we talk

We might not show it by the way we walk

But we're true and tried genuine certified

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

That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die

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

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