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    People talkin' 'bout what is
    And what ain't country
    What gives 'em a right
    To wear a pair of beat-up boots?
    Is it the size of your tires
    And your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
    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 hauling 'em bales
    Backing in boats, fishing limb lines
    Running 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
    Learning in a live-oak church
    Silver queen corn in the backyard dirt
    Waiting 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
    Backing in boats, fishing limb lines
    Running 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 judging
    And just be proud of what makes you country
    Whatever makes you country

    You do your kinda country
    They doing they kind of country
    I do my kind of country
    Whatever makes us country

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