Country Country

Country Country - HARDY

Lyrics by：Michael Hardy/David Garcia/Ashley Gorley

Composed by：Michael Hardy/David Garcia/Ashley Gorley

Produced by：Joey Moi

Another high-rise on the outskirts

Makin' all that hard hat noise

They got the concrete creepin' like a cottonmouth sneakin'

Too close for a good ol' boy

They turned a two to a four to a six lane

Turnin' barbed wire into walls

I'm just a cold beer drinkin' redneck

But I'm thinkin' I might know a way to fix it all

I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down

Turn every too-big city to a small town

Put all them slicks in the sticks

Yeah it might sound kinda funny

What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?

Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand

If it was up to me

I'd make the whole damn country country

I'm talkin' suppertime growin' in the backyard

Mandatory porch rockin' chairs

Make everybody work hard for their money so

Nobody goes and robs somebody for theirs

Saturday night burn the fire like a sip off the 'shine

Sunday sing a hymn catch a brim on the line

Every map would be a bunch of dots

If it was my redneck ass callin' the shots

I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down

Turn every too-big city to a small town

Put all them slicks in the sticks

Yeah it might sound kinda funny

What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?

Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand

If it was up to me

I'd make the whole damn country country

Next time you lock your doors

Or when you gotta drive half an hour out of town

To see a star up in the sky

Sittin' in traffic catching hell from your boss

Tell me we wouldn't be better off

I'd take a a wreckin' ball knock it all down

Turn every too-big city to a small town

Put all them slicks in the sticks

Yeah it might sound kinda funny

But what if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?

Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand

If it was up to me

I'd make the whole damn country country