People talkin' 'bout
what is and what ain't country
What gives 'em the right
to wear a pair of beat-up boots
Is it the size of your tires
and your fires
or your wild-*** buddies
Huh
Well give me a minute
Let me hit you with some
hometown truth
You could be a cowboy
on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy
waitin' on the rain
We're all a little different
But we're all the same
Everybody doin'
their own thing
I got my dirt road cred
when I was 12
On a no-cab tractor
haulin' 'em bales
Backin' in boats
Fishin' limb lines
Runnin' bird dogs
through the Georgia pines
Step-side covered down in
peanut dust
Friday night spotlight
That was us
It might not've been you
But I can't judge
Just be proud of
what makes you country
Does it run in your blood
Did it come from your
daddy and mama
Where you converted by an
Alabama song on the radio
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little
green-eyed girl from Jackson
Tell me what got ya
I just gotta know
Me I got my Sunday learnin'
in a live-oak church
Silver Queen corn
in the backyard dirt
Waitin' for the fall
to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and
get my outside on
Step-side cover down in
peanut dust
Friday night spotlight
That was us
It might not've been you
But I can't judge
Just be proud of
what makes you country
Might be from a city
or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square
that you drove around
Do you wear it on your sleeve
Or keep it deep down
You know you gotta let it out
I got my dirt road cred
back when I was 12
On a no-cab tractor
haulin' 'em bales
Backin' in boats
Fishin' limb lines
Runnin' bird dogs
through them Georgia pines
Step-side covered down in
peanut dust
Friday night spotlight
That was us
It might not've been you
But I ain't judgin'
Just be proud of
what makes you country
Whatever makes you country
You do your kind-a country
They doin' they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country