Have you ever popped a can And put a pinch between your cheek and gum? Run barefooted through the woods Come hunting with a Blue Tick and a gun? Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon Or is that too country for you? Is you're idea of kicking back Six pack on the tailgate by the tree? Kettle full of mud bugs And a pair of Levis rolled up to your knees? With a long-legged ' Bama girlAnd her ' Born To Ride' tattoo Or is that too country for you? That's too country for you, I understand Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am But I think there might be something Going wrong with your roots If that's too country for you How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch Picking a song with only three chords Good and loud, Saturday night for sure And Sunday, praising the LordI pulled up in your driveway With my kicking stereo turned up to ten Would you cook a pig and float a keg And get down with my rough and rowdy friends? Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon Or is that too country for you? That's too country for you, I understand Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am But I think there might be something Going wrong with your roots If that's too country for you If that's too country for you Is that clay a little too red for you?
Have you ever popped a can And put a pinch between your cheek and gum? Run barefooted through the woods Come hunting with a Blue Tick and a gun? Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon Or is that too country for you? Is you're idea of kicking back Six pack on the tailgate by the tree? Kettle full of mud bugs And a pair of Levis rolled up to your knees? With a long-legged ' Bama girlAnd her ' Born To Ride' tattoo Or is that too country for you? That's too country for you, I understand Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am But I think there might be something Going wrong with your roots If that's too country for you How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch Picking a song with only three chords Good and loud, Saturday night for sure And Sunday, praising the LordI pulled up in your driveway With my kicking stereo turned up to ten Would you cook a pig and float a keg And get down with my rough and rowdy friends? Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon Or is that too country for you? That's too country for you, I understand Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am But I think there might be something Going wrong with your roots If that's too country for you If that's too country for you Is that clay a little too red for you?
