You're Country Songtext
von Florida Georgia Line

If you′re anything like me
You like jacked up trucks
Four wheel drives
And loud straight tops
And a big tool box

You like to ride around town
With the windows down
Singin' song of the south
If you′re anything like me
You're country

Born and raised in the South
American and proud
Where the lost get found
Livin' off the land
And workin′ with our hands ′til the sun goes down
Momma's home cookin′
Daddy's ass-whoopin′ and heaven bound
If you're anything like me (yeah yeah)
You′re country


If you're anything like me
You like to cut off your sleeves
Show off your tattoos
And your battle wounds that you got last week
Brag to your boys 'bout the buck you killed
And the girl in your backseat
If you′re anything like me
You′re country
Born and raised in the South
American and proud
Where the lost get found

Livin' off the land
And workin′ with our hands 'til the sun goes down
Momma′s home cookin'
Daddy′s ass-whoopin' and heaven bound
If you're anything like me
(Yeah yeah)
You′re country

It′s all about the moonshine
Midnight campfire
Singin' on a Saturday night
We go to church
Get right
Baby gettin′ baptized
We all see the light


Born and raised in the South
American and proud
Where the lost and found
Livin' off the land
And workin′ with our hands 'til the sun goes down
Momma′s home cookin'
Daddy's ass-whoopin′ and heaven bound
If you′re anything like me

(Yeah yeah)
Born and raised in the South
American and proud
Where the lost and found
Livin' off the land
And workin′ with our hands 'til the sun goes down
Momma′s home cookin'
Daddy′s ass-whoopin' and heaven bound
If you're anything like me
(Yeah yeah)
If you play a six-string
(Yeah yeah)
If you got a Skoal ring
(Yeah yeah)
If you′re anything like me
(Yeah yeah)
You′re country
(Country)