Country All Damn Day

Woke up with a waffle in one hand,

And a koozie from a three-day cover band.

Don’t need a gym when I’m liftin’ hay,

And my lawn chair doubles as a valet.

Got a truck held together by zip ties and prayer,

And a coonhound that’s sleepin’ in my underwear.

If the good Lord’s watchin’, He must be proud—

I’m a redneck symphony playin’ loud!

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I wear camo to church and boots to the beach,

Got a cooler full of beer just outta arm’s reach.

I don’t need no yacht, got a float and a hay bale,

And my four-wheel drive still delivers the mail.

From sun-up grits to a neon moon sway—

I’m country all damn day!

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Tried line dancin’ in my Crocs last June,

Pulled my back but I still hit the tune.

Got kicked outta Walmart for ridin’ a goat,

Yelled “YEEHAW!” and they still let me vote.

My Tinder bio’s just a fishin’ pic,

And a recipe for my mama’s cheese stick dip.

Don’t need fame, just a tailgate throne—

And a banjo ringtone on my flip phone.

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I wear camo to church and boots to the beach,

Got a cooler full of beer just outta arm’s reach.

I don’t need no yacht, got a float and a hay bale,

And my four-wheel drive still delivers the mail.

From sun-up grits to a neon moon sway—

I’m country all damn day!

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Don’t need Wi-Fi when I got a porch light,

A pickin’ guitar and skeeters to fight.

This ain’t just style, this ain’t just phase—

I’m throwin’ cornbread at the pearly gates!

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I wear camo to church and boots to the beach,

Got a cousin who bartends and lives outta reach.

I don’t need no yacht, I don’t need no fame,

Got a mud hole crown and a nickname “Shame.”

From fried chicken sunrise to fireball night blaze—

I’m country all damn day!