Stay Country Or Die Tryin'

Yeah

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop
Boots ain't ever seen easy street
Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as a star drops
Roots run deep in this family tree

Ooh-ooh, bust your ass, still won't make a killin'
Ooh-ooh, it's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin'

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'

I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pine box
Sure as hell ain't scared to go
I'm a hardheaded God-fearin' man from the boondocks
Chisel that shit on my cobble head stone

Ooh-ooh, Bible, and an almanac up on the shelf

Ooh-ooh, Daddy prayed for rain, Momma paid for me to stay out of hell

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'
Woo!

Ooh-ooh, baptize me where the water's real muddy
Ooh-ooh, wash me clean, still come up country

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Or die tryin'