Cut Out the Country

she said she was out of here

tired of this John Deere

one lane one horse town

her eyes were hell bent

on a California sunset

flight’s already left the ground

but one day she’ll be turning around

you can hate on the hicks

pull your last tick

you can speed up your old southern drawl

forget your yes ma\'ams and no sirs

think you’ll find the answers

out where the corn don’t grow

you can dress all pretty

take your ass to the city

but you can’t cut out the country

took about two weeks

to spot her at the Dairy Queen

talking about the world she found

guess the grass wasn’t as green

tea wasn’t as sweet

and the traffic drowned the crickets out

yeah I told you she’d be turning around

you can hate on the hicks

pull your last tick

you can speed up your old southern drawl

forget your yes ma\'ams and no sirs

think you’ll find the answers

out where the corn don’t grow

you can dress all pretty

take your ass to the city

but you can’t cut out the country

no, you can\'t

you can\'t, can\'t cut out

you can hate on the hicks

pull your last tick

you can speed up your old southern drawl

forget your yes ma\'ams and no sirs

think you’ll find the answers

out where the corn don’t grow

you can dress all pretty

take your ass to the city

but you can’t cut out the country

yeah, It’s a good life I’m living

think I’ll stay right where I’m sitting

cause you can’t cut out the country

cut out the country