I Love My Country

Yeah, baby
 Out here ain't nothing but woods and water
 Drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber
 Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle
 How the good Lord intended it, yes he did
 I love my country
 I love my country
 Six strings and fiddles
 Whiskey from Kentucky
 We keep it funky
 We like how it sounds
 Monday to Sunday
 Yeah, I love my country
 I'm loud and proud
 Rolling into town
 Hanging out the window
 Like a blue tick hound
 Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
 I love my country and I love my country
 Up loud
 Woo-ooh-ooh
 Barbecue, steak fries
 Styrofoam plate date night
 George Strait singing greats while
 We turning up, sitting lake-side
 That pedal steel, she straight sliding
 Over here, to me she do that
 Alabama shake, like you ain't ever seen
 I love my country
 I love my country
 Six strings and fiddles
 Whiskey from Kentucky
 We keep it funky
 We like how it sounds
 Monday to Sunday
 Yeah, I love my country
 I'm loud and proud
 Rolling into town
 Hanging out the window
 Like a blue tick hound
 Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
 I love my country, and I love my country
 Up loud
 (Woo-ooh-ooh)
 I love my country up loud
 I'm talking way up loud
 I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd
 And going out downtown when I'm with her
 Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road
 But damn sure nowhere close to the way that
 I love my country
 I love my country
 Six strings and fiddles
 Whiskey from Kentucky
 We keep it funky
 We like how it sounds
 Monday to Sunday
 Yeah, I love my country
 I'm loud and proud
 Rolling into town
 Hanging out the window
 Like a blue tick hound
 Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
 I love my country, and I love my country
 Up loud
 Yeah, baby
 (Woo-ooh-ooh)
 I love my country up loud
 Yeah, way up loud
 That's a country-ass lick right there, boy
 
 Yeah, baby
 Out here ain't nothing but woods and water
 Drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber
 Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle
 How the good Lord intended it, yes he did
 I love my country
 I love my country
 Six strings and fiddles
 Whiskey from Kentucky
 We keep it funky
 We like how it sounds
 Monday to Sunday
 Yeah, I love my country
 I'm loud and proud
 Rolling into town
 Hanging out the window
 Like a blue tick hound
 Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
 I love my country and I love my country
 Up loud
 Woo-ooh-ooh
 Barbecue, steak fries
 Styrofoam plate date night
 George Strait singing greats while
 We turning up, sitting lake-side
 That pedal steel, she straight sliding
 Over here, to me she do that
 Alabama shake, like you ain't ever seen
 I love my country
 I love my country
 Six strings and fiddles
 Whiskey from Kentucky
 We keep it funky
 We like how it sounds
 Monday to Sunday
 Yeah, I love my country
 I'm loud and proud
 Rolling into town
 Hanging out the window
 Like a blue tick hound
 Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
 I love my country, and I love my country
 Up loud
 (Woo-ooh-ooh)
 I love my country up loud
 I'm talking way up loud
 I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd
 And going out downtown when I'm with her
 Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road
 But damn sure nowhere close to the way that
 I love my country
 I love my country
 Six strings and fiddles
 Whiskey from Kentucky
 We keep it funky
 We like how it sounds
 Monday to Sunday
 Yeah, I love my country
 I'm loud and proud
 Rolling into town
 Hanging out the window
 Like a blue tick hound
 Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
 I love my country, and I love my country
 Up loud
 Yeah, baby
 (Woo-ooh-ooh)
 I love my country up loud
 Yeah, way up loud
 That's a country-ass lick right there, boy