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Craig Morgan

There's plastic stretched across a broken window pane
You gotta dodge the pots and pans on the floor when it rains
There's a ten-point buck on my living room wall
A squirrel and two ducks are hanging in the hall

That hole in my yard is a barbecue pit
A couple times a year we'll throw a hog in it
There's a four-wheel drive parked in my driveway
I'm a proud and active member of the NRA

Hey, I'm country
I was born and raised in it
I'm country
That's my kind of living

White beans, collar greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplings
Well, I get up every morning when the rooster crows
I stay out some nights until the cows come home
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish catchin' cow tippin'

Hay bailin', pea pickin' country

Well, there's my Mama in the rocking chair by my screen door
The red, white and blue hangs off of my front porch
There's my darlin' in the garden pickin' black eyed peas
The kids are bouncing up and down on the trampoline

My truck costs less than my champion 'coon dog
My neck is painted red by the grace of God
My kids say, "Please, sir, thank you and Ma'am."
I ain't what I ain't but I am what I am

Hey, I'm country
I was born and raised in it
I'm country
That's my kind of living
White beans, collar greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplings

I get up every morning when the rooster crows
I stay out some nights until the cows come home
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish catchin' cow tippin'
Hay bailin', pea pickin' country

Yeah, I get up every morning when the rooster crows
I stay out some nights until the cows come home
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish catchin' cow tippin'
Hay bailin', pea pickin' country

Yeah, I'm a dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish catchin' cow tippin'
Corn pickin', cider sippin' fight startin'
Kid raisin' wife lovin' gun totin'
Hay balin' pea pickin' country

Yeah, I guarantee you I'm country
I ain't scared to be country neither

Written by PHILIP EUGENE O'DONNELL, GALEN GRIFFIN, CRAIG MORGAN
Published by DAN HODGES MUSIC, LLC

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