C-o-u-n-t-r-y Lyrics - Joe Diffie

I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car 

But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar 

I know how to work and how to have fun 

I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun 

I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs 

Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer 

That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die 

C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 

My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes 

She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots 

She can dance to the music, all night long 

She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone 

She likes boogy woogy, Reggae, Rap, Pop and Soul 

Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock and Roll 

If you really want to know what drives her wild 

C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 

You might not know it by the way we talk 

We might not show it by the way we walk 

But we're true and tried, genuine, certified 

C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 

That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die 

C-O-U-N-T-R-Y 

I said, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y