Lyrics

Trap beats in the truck bed
Way too rebel for a redneck
Too up north to be down south
Too Nashville to be small town
My boots are too bright tapping away to these 808s
I won't walk the line, but let me shoot you straight
They say they want an outlaw but just how Merle did it
4 on the floor and just forget it
Figured out y'all stuck in tradition
Want something new but not too different
City walking high rise talking
Judging me miles away
I'll be front porch picking backwoods living
Laughing when they say
I ain't country
This camo ain't no trend
Where I come from I just blend in
They got skylines I got silos
But what the hell do I know
They say they want an outlaw just how Merle did it
4 on the floor and just forget it
Figured out y'all stuck in tradition
Want something new but not too different
City walking high rise talking
Judging me miles away
I'll be front porch picking backwoods living
Laughing when they say
I ain't country
I ain't country
My boots are too bright tapping away to these 808s
I've walked that line
This cheap wine needs an upgrade
They say they want an outlaw that's what they're getting
4 on the floor and just forget it
Figured out y'all got a new edition
Want something new but not too different
City walking high rise talking
Judging me miles away
I'll be front porch picking backwoods living
Laughing when they say
I ain't country
Ooooh oh
I ain't country
Laughing when they say
I ain't country
Written by: Jess Moskaluke, Klare Essad, Nick Schwarz
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