I'm Country Lyrics - My Kind Of Livin - Craig Morgan

There's a plasic stretched across a broken window pane. 

You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor when it rains. 

There's a ten-point buck on my livin' room wall: 

A squirrel and two ducks are hangin' in the hall. 

That hole in my yard is a barbecue pit: 

A couple times a year, we'll throw a hog in it. 

There's a four-wheel drive parked in my driveway: 

I'm a proud and active member of the NRA. 

Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it. 

I'm country, that's my kind of livin'. 

White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's. 

Well, I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows: 

I stay out some nights until the cows come home. 

I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin', 

Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. 

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Well, there's my Mama in the rockin' chair by my screen door: 

The red, white, and blue hangs off of my front porch. 

There's my darlin' in the garden pickin' black eyed peas: 

Kids are bouncin' up and down on the trampoline. 

My truck cost less than my champion 'coon dog: 

My neck is painted red, by the Grace of God. 

My kids say: "Please, Sir, Thank you and Ma'am." 

I ain't what I ain't, but I am what I am. 

Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it. 

I'm country, that's my kind of livin'. 

White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's. 

I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows: 

I stay out some nights until the cows come home. 

I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin', 

Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. 

Yeah, I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows: 

I stay out some nights until the cows come home. 

I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin', 

Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. 

Yeah, I'm a-dog runnin', deer huntin', fish catchin', cow tippin', 

Corn-pickin', cider-sippin', fight-startin', kid-raisin', 

Wife-lovin', gun-totin', hay-balin', pea-pickin' country. 

Ha, ha, ha, ha. 

Yeah, I guarantee you, I'm country. 

I ain't scared to be country neither.