Country fried, baptized in gravy, Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya, No matter how far that highway goes, An old dirt road will get ya home!
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie,
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind,
Then I'm right there wit'cha,
Put your drinks up high;
For my country folk, my country folk!
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind,
Then I'm right there wit'cha,
Put your drinks up high;
For my country folk, my country folk!
31-35, M
