Call It Country

Just wiped off that last bit of sweat from that Kubota
Got a pre-game six pack ring of Busch waitin' on me
Gonna call up my girl, gonna call up my buddies
Roll to the bank, cash that Friday paycheck money
We circle up those step sides and fog light them woods
We ain’t got it all but we got it damn good
We keep that needle in the red on that hell raisin' meter
We crank that Charlie Daniel’s out them Ford and Chevy speakers
We throw it down in this Podunk town, ain’t afraid to get muddy
Yeah, call it what you want to, we just call it country
From Main Street to soybean fields at the county line border
We hunt, fish, drink, burn shit, cuss, pray, all in that order
Yeah call it backwoods, hillbilly, redneck, white trash
Whatever you come up with, it ain’t gonna change the fact
We keep that needle in the red on that hell raisin' meter
We crank that Charlie Daniel’s out them Ford and Chevy speakers
We throw it down in this Podunk town, ain’t afraid to get muddy
Yeah, call it what you want to, we just call it country
We keep that needle in the red on that hell raisin' meter
We crank that Charlie Daniel’s out them Ford and Chevy speakers
Stoned down in this Podunk town, ain’t afraid to get muddy
Call it what you want to
We throw it down in this Podunk town, ain’t afraid to get muddy
Yeah, call it what you want to, we just call it country