I got an invite
to a Saturday night
A shindig way uptown
You know old John
likes to have his fun
I couldn't turn a party down
The band was playin'
some high falootin' music
I never heard before
Everybody there
seemed to like it a lot
But I was headed for the door
Then somebody had the nerve
to call it hors d'oeuvres
Like somethin' from
a real bad dream
On my dish was
a little piece of fish
Some rice
and three green beans
I've never had a taste
for the social graces
The way some folks do
I've got problems
Doctor can you solve 'em
Would you give me a clue
He said I can't treat
a man in your condition
As he looked me in the eye
All I see
is John you'll be
country till you die
Country till you die
Every bone in your body
is country-fied
It runs in the family
And you can say
that with pride
It's in the way you look
The way you walk and talk
Down to the truck you drive
You just gonna be
country till you die
Yeah country till you die
Every bone in your body
is country-fied
It runs in the family
And you can say
that with pride
It's in the way you look
The way you walk and talk
Down to the truck you drive
You just gonna be
country till you die
Yeah I'm just gonna be
country till I die