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

(Intro) ) (1st Verse) 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 ta have fun, (STOP) 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. (STOP) That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y INTRO (2nd Verse) 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, (STOP) She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone. She likes Boogy Woogy, Ragae, 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 (LEAD) (Bridge) 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 (STOP) That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die C-O-U-N-T-R-Y (LEAD) (STOP) I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y (OUTRO)