Stay Country or Die Tryin’

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop Boots ain't ever seen easy street Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast a star drops Roots run deep in this family tree (Ooh-ooh) bust your ass, still won't make a killin' (Ooh-ooh) it's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin' From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God, we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut 'Til the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin' I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pine box Sure as hell ain't scared to go I'm a hardheaded God, fearin' man from the boondocks Chisel that shit on my cobble headstone (Ooh-ooh) bible, and an almanac up on the shelf (Ooh-ooh) Daddy prayed for rain Momma prayed for me to stay out of hell From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God, we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut 'Til the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin' Woo! (Ooh-ooh) baptize me where the waters real muddy (Ooh-ooh) wash me clean, still come up country From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God, we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut 'Til the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin' Or die tryin'