I'm Country Songtext
von Craig Morgan

There′s a plasic stretched across a broken window pane.
You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor when it rains.
There′s a ten-point buck on my livin' room wall:
A squirrel and two ducks are hangin' 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 livin'.
White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin′s.
Well, I get up every mornin' 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-balin', pea-pickin′ country.


Well, there's my Mama in the rockin′ 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:
Kids are bouncin′ up and down on the trampoline.
My truck cost 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 livin'.
White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin′s.
I get up every mornin′ 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-balin′, pea-pickin' country.

Yeah, I get up every mornin' 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-balin′, 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.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Yeah, I guarantee you, I′m country.
I ain′t scared to be country neither.