Country

They say you gotta change your ways
Clean up your act and sing these songs
You gotta smile, get rid of those clothes
And put these new ones on
Oh I like how I dress
And my crooked smile ain’t that wrong
I’ll be damned, where’s country music gone
Yeah I don’t know but from one country boy to another
They ain’t changing my red neck or blue collar
Still be sitting here on this old tailgate
Jamming to Lynyrd Skynyrd or some old time Hank
You can take the boy way out of the country
But you ain’t gonna take the country out of this boy
I bet people thought I was gonna sing
The same songs on the radio
But I can’t write that textbook shit
I’m just singing what I know
I might not sing the song
That charts on Billboard’s number 1
But I’ll make sure you know every dadgum word
And your buddy’s singing along
Yeah I don’t know but from one country boy to another
They ain’t changing my red neck or blue collar
Still be sitting here on this old tailgate
Jamming to Lynyrd Skynyrd or some old time Hank
You can take the boy way out of the country
But you ain’t gonna take the country out of this boy
Yeah I don’t know no mansion with them marble floors
I got a single wide trailer with some locking doors
A truck that runs a little money for gas
A few bucks on the side for Bud Light on draft
You can take the boy way out of the country
But you can’t take the country out of this boy
Yeah I don’t know but from one country boy to another
They ain’t changing my red neck or blue collar
Still be sitting here on this old tailgate
Jamming to Lynyrd Skynyrd or some old time Hank
You can take the boy way out of the country
But you ain’t gonna take the country out of this boy