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Luke Bryan
There’s a house fly swimming in my sweet tea
Hey darlin’ pass another Kerr jar to me
Butter drippin’ off a biscuit, baby better take a bite
Cantaloupe thumps like it’s finally ripe
Box fan on a lawn chair suckin’ in swamp air
Two hundred mile marker signs from nowhere
That’s what country is
It ain’t a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It’s a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin’ caught stealin’ a Boone’s farm kiss
It ain’t a John Deere cap that’s never fell in the cotton
It’s a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It’s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
That’s what country is
When the sun starts slippin’ from the delta sky
And the last scarecrow tucks in for the night
Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank
’Bout an hour till we feel the first catfish yank
Barefoot cane pole wavin’ at the riverboats
And when they’re gone, take a dip in the moon glow
That’s what country is
It ain’t a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It’s a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin’ caught stealin’ a Boone’s farm kiss
It ain’t a John Deere cap that’s never fell in the cotton
It’s a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It’s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
That’s what country is
It ain’t a jacked up truck that’s never seen a pasture
It’s cars pulling over for a no cap tractor
It’s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
No, it can’t be bought it’s somethin’ you’re born with
That’s what country is [x4]
Hey darlin’ pass another Kerr jar to me
Butter drippin’ off a biscuit, baby better take a bite
Cantaloupe thumps like it’s finally ripe
Box fan on a lawn chair suckin’ in swamp air
Two hundred mile marker signs from nowhere
That’s what country is
It ain’t a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It’s a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin’ caught stealin’ a Boone’s farm kiss
It ain’t a John Deere cap that’s never fell in the cotton
It’s a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It’s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
That’s what country is
When the sun starts slippin’ from the delta sky
And the last scarecrow tucks in for the night
Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank
’Bout an hour till we feel the first catfish yank
Barefoot cane pole wavin’ at the riverboats
And when they’re gone, take a dip in the moon glow
That’s what country is
It ain’t a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It’s a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin’ caught stealin’ a Boone’s farm kiss
It ain’t a John Deere cap that’s never fell in the cotton
It’s a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It’s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
That’s what country is
It ain’t a jacked up truck that’s never seen a pasture
It’s cars pulling over for a no cap tractor
It’s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
No, it can’t be bought it’s somethin’ you’re born with
That’s what country is [x4]
