Columbia County Born and Raised

[Verse 1]
Red clay on my high-top sneakers
First buck hangin' in the old oak tree
Granddad’s barn was my arena
Hit the cans with a .23
Hudson River in the rearview mirror
Dirt road dust in every prayer I prayed
Sign said “Welcome into Stockport”
That’s where this wild heart got made
[Chorus]
I’m Columbia County born and raised
Backwoods boy with a guitar and a fade
From the cornfield rows to the quarry rock stage
Yeah
I came up rough
But I came up brave
In the pine tree shade
I’m Columbia County born and raised
[Verse 2]
Skipped stones where the kids went swimmin'
Bonfire smoke in my Sunday clothes
Mama sang hymns in the kitchen
Daddy cursed when the tractor froze
First kiss tasted like cheap whiskey
Old Ford bed and a ripped up seat
We swore we were leavin' that county
But that clay stuck deep in our feet
[Chorus]
I’m Columbia County born and raised
Backwoods boy with a guitar and a fade
From the cornfield rows to the quarry rock stage
Yeah
I came up loud
And I won’t behave
In that pine tree shade
I’m Columbia County born and raised
[Bridge]
You can take me out the backroads
Can’t take the backroads out of me (oh no)
Every mile from old Stockport
Feels like it’s still draggin' my boots back east
[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m Columbia County born and raised
Backwoods boy with a guitar and a fade
From the cornfield rows to the quarry rock stage
Yeah
I came up strong
On those small-town days
In that pine tree shade
I’m Columbia County born and raised
(Columbia County born and raised)

rock, Country-rock band feel with crunch guitar and warm Hammond pads; verses ride a mid-tempo train beat and twangy lead licks, chorus explodes with stacked male vocals and big open chords; subtle slide guitar fills in the gaps, bridge drops to half-time before a final, shout-along hook, country