Rural Route Raising (The Voice Performance)

I wake before the rooster crows

I use the sun to dry my clothes

Sometimes I drive my old John Deere down to the Kwik Sak

Don't buy no smokes, I roll my own

I got my corn all in a row

Work boots worn right down to the soles

Breaking my back

White tail chasing

Trout line bating

Bon fire blazing

That's my rural route raising

Waylon wailing

Old glory waving

Jesus saving

That's my rural route raising

I keep my front porch door unlocked

I keep my Smith & Wesson cocked

I got my Bible opened up, John 3:16

You call me red, you call me hick

'Cause I live my life in the sticks

But what you get is what you see

A whole lotta country

White tail chasing

Trout line bating

Bon fire blazing

That's my rural route raising

Waylon wailing

Old glory waving

Jesus saving

That's my rural route raising

Yeah

We can't help the way that we talk

We say "Amen, yes ma'am, hell yeah, and y'all"

Dirt road cruising

Stop sign shooting

Hot sun sinking

Cold beer drinking

White tail chasing

Trout line bating

Bon fire blazing

That's my rural route raising

Waylon wailing

Old glory waving

Jesus saving

That's my rural route raising

Ooh, rural route raising