What Makes You Country Songtext

von Luke Bryan

People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain't country
What gives 'em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin' on the rain
We're all a little different, but we're all the same
Everybody doin' their own thing

I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines

Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not've been you, but I ain't judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on

Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not've been you, but I ain't judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out
I got my dirt road cred back when I was twelve
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines

Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not've been you, but I ain't judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country