Iâm Country
Well thereâs a little word and it fits me to a T
I donât know how you spell it but its country and thatâs me.
I laugh when Iâm happy and cry when Iâm blue
âcus when Iâm mad like Iâm suppose to do
on a saturday night Iâll have a drink or two
and hollow at the moon Iâm country.
I chew tobaccer and spit it on the ground
talk to the cows when no one ainât around
Iâm trapped on the mountain when the snows falling down
yes sir boys Iâm country
Chorus
Iâm as country as bronc on the western plains
just as wild and twice as hard to tame
as high on living as a noon day sun, yea
Iâll be country âtil the day Iâm done.
City folks think Iâm crude I guess
you can tell Iâm a hick by the way I dress
but that donât matter Iâm as happy as can be
and proud as heck that Iâm country.
Well thereâs nothing wrong with city if you like it thatâs fine
drivinâ them freeways wasting its time,
but I bet you folks in the back of your mind, kinda wish you was country donât
ya.
Chorus
Come on boys keep singing them country songs who knows maybe we will just
convert some of these city folks into country folks and theyâll all move out to
the country and then the country wont be country anymore. Hold on
I just gave you one side to the whole picture because
country is heart and dust and snow where the winters get down to forty below
and the works is hard
and the pay sure low and it ainât all roses being country.
Hang in there folks donât do nothinâ foolish now
you got yourself a nice high paying job air conditioned offices
yea you got movie theaters right on down the street there
you got yourself a city park too, now thatâs country
and there you donât have to worry about no rattle snakes biting on your leg
or no abdominal snowman coming down and tearing off your head or nothing like
that there
