You're Country

If you're anything like me
 You like jacked up trucks
 Four wheel drives
 And loud straight tops
 And a big tool box
 You like to ride around town
 With the windows down
 Singin' song of the south
 If you're anything like me
 You're country
 Born and raised in the South
 American and proud
 Where the lost get found
 Livin' off the land
 And workin' with our hands 'til the sun goes down
 Momma's home cookin'
 Daddy's ass-whoopin' and heaven bound
 If you're anything like me (yeah yeah)
 You're country
 If you're anything like me
 You like to cut off your sleeves
 Show off your tattoos
 And your battle wounds that you got last week
 Brag to your boys 'bout the buck you killed
 And the girl in your backseat
 If you're anything like me
 You're country
 Born and raised in the South
 American and proud
 Where the lost get found
 Livin' off the land
 And workin' with our hands 'til the sun goes down
 Momma's home cookin'
 Daddy's ass-whoopin' and heaven bound
 If you're anything like me
 (Yeah yeah)
 You're country
 It's all about the moonshine
 Midnight campfire
 Singin' on a Saturday night
 We go to church
 Get right
 Baby gettin' baptized
 We all see the light
 Born and raised in the South
 American and proud
 Where the lost and found
 Livin' off the land
 And workin' with our hands 'til the sun goes down
 Momma's home cookin'
 Daddy's ass-whoopin' and heaven bound
 If you're anything like me
 (Yeah yeah)
 Born and raised in the South
 American and proud
 Where the lost and found
 Livin' off the land
 And workin' with our hands 'til the sun goes down
 Momma's home cookin'
 Daddy's ass-whoopin' and heaven bound
 If you're anything like me
 (Yeah yeah)
 If you play a six-string
 (Yeah yeah)
 If you got a Skoal ring
 (Yeah yeah)
 If you're anything like me
 (Yeah yeah)
 You're country
 (Country)