I Ain't Never Hauled Hay In The Trunk Of My Car,
But I Drunk A Little Shine From A Mason Jar.
I Know How To Work And How Ta Have Fun,

I'm A Good-timin', Blue-collar, Son-of-a-gun
I Like Monster Trucks, Tractor Pulls, Country Fairs,
Huntin' And Fishin' And Ice Cold Beer.

That's The Way I'm Gonna Be 'till The Day I Die,
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

My Baby Looks Hot In Her High Heel Shoes,
She Looks Even Cooler In Her Cowboy Boots.
She Can Dance To The Music, All Night Long,
She's A Stick Of Dynamite, She's Bad To The Bone.
She Likes Boogy Woogy, Ragae, Rap, Pop, And Soul,
Hip-Hop Blues, And Rock And Roll.
If You Really Want To Know What Drives Her Wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

You Might Not Know It By The Way We Talk,
We Might Not Show It By The Way We Walk,
But We're True And Tried, Genuine, Certified, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

That's The Way We're Gonna Be Until The Day We Die
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
I Said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y