Just wiped off that last bit of sweat from that Kubota
Got our pregame seats,
pack rang,
a bus waiting on me
Gonna call up my girl, gonna call up my buddies
Roll to the bank,
cash that Friday paycheck money
We circle up those stepsides and foglight them woods
We ain't got it all, but we got it damn good
We keep that needle in the rail and that hail-raising meter
Crank that Charlie Daniels out,
them Ford and Chevy speakers
Throw it down in this part of town,
ain't afraid to get muddy
Yeah,
call it what you want to,
we just call it country
From
Main Street to soybean fields at the county line border
We hunt,
fish,
drink,
burn *,
cuss prey on that order
Yeah,
call it backwoods,
hillbilly,
redneck,
white trash
Whatever you come up with,
ain't gonna change the fact
We keep that needle in the rail and that hail-raising meter
Crank that Charlie Daniels out,
them Ford and Chevy speakers Throw it down in this part of town,
ain't afraid to get muddy Yeah,
call it what you want to,
we just call it country
We keep that needle in the rail and that hail-raising meter
Crank that Charlie Daniels out,
them Ford and Chevy speakers
Throw it down in this part of town,
ain't afraid to get muddy
Call it what you want to,
we throw it down in this part of town,
ain't afraid to get muddy
Yeah,
call it what you want to,
we just call it country