Got Some Country in My Soul

Dusty boots by the front door,

Grandpa’s hat hangin' on the wall.

Sunday supper smells driftin’ through,

Mama’s callin’, “Y’all come, y’all.”

The screen door creaks, it sings its tune,

This house holds more than just these rooms.

I got some country in my soul,

Like the rivers that run and the fields that roll.

It’s in my blood, it’s in my bones,

A part of me I’ve always known.

From the sunrise glow to the moon’s soft stroll,

I got some country in my soul.

Old dirt roads that wind and weave,

Corn stalks whisper in the evening breeze.

Fireflies dance where the wildflowers grow,

Echoes of a fiddle from years ago.

This land, this life, it’s all I need,

Simple as the roots of an old oak tree.

It ain’t in the riches, it ain’t in the gold,

It’s the heart of the land, the stories it told.

I got some country in my soul,

Like the rivers that run and the fields that roll.

It’s in my blood, it’s in my bones,

A part of me I’ve always known.

From the sunrise glow to the moon’s soft stroll,

I got some country in my soul.

It’s the church bell chime on a Sunday morn’,

The tractor’s hum and the thunderstorm.

It’s the love I’ve found in this simple life,

The strength it gives through every strife.