Country by the Grace of God Songtext
von Chris Cagle

Hot sun goin′ down
Heatin' up this little town
The cows are fed, and the plowin′s all been done
Moonlight, fireflies
Beer on the bank by the riverside
We're gonna have ourselves a little fun

Dancin' on the tailgates
And raisin′ a little cane
Rockin′ in the pastures
And rollin' in the hay

It′s the life I love
And I'm gonna live it ′til they bury me
I can't get enough of
Dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things
And I take pride
In everything I′ve got
'Cause I'm American-born
And country by the grace of God, yeah


I don′t need no Cadillacs
You can′t put no hay bales on the back
It won't cross a creek
Or tow no heavy load
I don′t like a high-rise
Cluttering up my clear blue skies
Don't wanna be where the city′s all that grows

Listen here
Some are born with a silver spoon
And some come from the farm
Some have a ball in the mansion
But we get down in the barn

It's the life I love
And I′m gonna live it 'til they bury me
I can't get enough of
Dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things
Oh, and I take pride
In everything I′ve got
′Cause I'm American-born
And country by the grace of God, yeah, whoa!

We build a world of dreams
On a big ol′ piece of land
We're free to do anything we like
We′re country, so we can


It's the life I love
And I′m gonna live it 'til they bury me, oh
I can't get enough of
Dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things
And I take pride
In everything I′ve got
′Cause I'm American-born
And country by the grace of God, yeah, whoa!

Whoa, no, mm