Yeah, baby
Out here ain't nothing but woods and water
Drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber
Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle
How the good Lord intended it, yes he did
I love my country
I love my country
Six strings and fiddles
Whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky
We like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday
Yeah, I love my country
I'm loud and proud
Rolling into town
Hanging out the window
Like a blue tick hound
Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
I love my country and I love my country
Up loud
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
Barbecue, steak fries
Styrofoam plate date night
George Strait singing greats while
We turning up, sitting lake-side
That pedal steel, she straight sliding
Over here, to me she do that
Alabama shake, like you ain't ever seen
I love my country
I love my country
Six strings and fiddles
Whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky
We like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday
Yeah, I love my country
I'm loud and proud
Rolling into town
Hanging out the window
Like a blue tick hound
Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
I love my country up loud
I'm talking way up loud
I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd
And going out downtown when I'm with her
Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road
But damn sure nowhere close to the way that
I love my country
I love my country
Six strings and fiddles
Whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky
We like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday
Yeah, I love my country
I'm loud and proud
Rolling into town
Hanging out the window
Like a blue tick hound
Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud
Yeah, baby
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
I love my country up loud
Yeah, way up loud
That's a country-ass lick right there, boy
Writer(s): Corey Justin Crowder, Richard Chase Mcgill, Ryan Vojtesak, Kane Brown, William Weatherly, Ernest Keith Smith
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