This Is Our Song

It's the mudslingin', country singin' redneck stunner

Imma show you who I am if you really think you wanna

take a ride down the dirty road, show ya where the still is

skeered? stay at home son, this is where the real is

Folks 'round her still believe in God

and the right to tote a gun and our flag don't run

ain't askin' you fo nothin' if we can't get it on our own

tell the government to leave my check and church alone

Y'all can do y'all and we'll do us

and our money should always say "In God We Trust"

So if you think like that, then you one of us

if not then move on and leave us alone

Cuz country folk can survive, jus' ask Hank

leave my money in my pocket y'all can have the bank

I'm tryin to tell ya we smarter than some of y'all think

even though we talk slow all of y'all should know that..

This is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

Stand our ground and we don't back down

if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it

This is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean

Stand our ground and we don't back down

and if you don't like it then don't come around

We come from hardworking people, they can't stand a thief

don't like a liar, freezer full of deer meat

home grown tomatoes in the kitchen window

Daddy is a deacon, mama sings "Swing Low"

at the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire

Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires

We represent our folk but don't take us for a joke

we got a cooler full of boo and a pocket full of smoke

Yeah we country as corn bread, and pumpin' Nappy Roots

and if it ain't funeral we ain't gon' wear a suit

We peein' off the front porch, peein' of da back

cuz we livin' in da boonies and they don't know where we at

Can't market us urban, won't market us rural

drinkin' moonshine till we drunk and seein' plural

Small town livin' and we don't give a damn

if yo Hollywood or not, cuz we know who we am

Ain't funny how the money change who you is

sell your sould to teh devil be a star in his biz

give up everything so you can play this game

make a buncha folks happy that don't know yo name

Don't worry 'bout me, Imma spit the truth

see I gotta represent for our country youth

and keep hope alive, cuz I will survive

with a shotgun baby and a four wheel drive

I'm buck huntin' dog runnin' playin' in a mud hole

pumping Johnny Cash, haulin' ass down a back road

Love it in the country where my soul is free

In God and my family is all I need, sing it