Grew
up south of the Mason Dixon
Working,
spitting, hunting and fishing
Stone
cold country by the grace of God
I
was gassing up the other day
An
old boy pulled up with a license plate
From
Ohio I thought, oh, good Lord, he's lost
From
his Wranglers to his boots
He reminded
me of Chris LeDoux
And
that Copenhagen smile
Country
must be country wide
In
every state there's a station
Playing
Cash, Hank, Willie and Waylon
In
foreign cars and four wheel drives
There's
cowboys and hillbillies
From
farm towns to big cities
There
ain't no doubt in my mind
Country
must be country wide
It
ain't where, it's how you live
We
weren't raised to take, we were raised to give
The
shirt off our back to anyone in need
We
bow our heads before we eat
Before
we start our day, before we fall asleep
'Cause
in God we trust and we believe
And
we see what's wrong
And
we know what's right
And
old Hank, he said it all
When
he said country folks can survive
In
every state there's a station
Playing
Cash, Hank, Willie and Waylon
In
foreign cars and four wheel drives
There's
cowboys and hillbillies
From
farm towns to big cities
There
ain't no doubt in my mind
Country
must be country wide, yeah
In
every state there's a station
Come
on
Y'all
better crank this up!
In
every state there's a station
Playing
Cash, Hank, Willie and Waylon
In
foreign cars and four wheel drives
There's
cowboys and hillbillies
From
farm towns to big cities
There
ain't no doubt in my mind
No,
there ain't no doubt in my mind
Country
must be country wide
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