Country As Can Be

I'm as country as can be, boots on the ground,

Livin' my life where the quiet sounds.

Huntin' deer in the early dawn,

Fishin' the creek till the day is gone.

I'm as country as can be,

Wild and stubborn, proud and free.

Doing things that drown the blue,

Living my life, my way, it's true.

A rusty truck and a gravel road,

A homemade pie, stories told.

The sun dips low, paints the hills gold,

This simple life never grows old.

The wind hums soft, the pines agree,

This is where I’m meant to be.

I'm as country as can be,

Wild and stubborn, proud and free.

Doing things that drown the blue,

Living my life, my way, it's true.

The stars come out, the night runs deep,

A fiddle cries where shadows creep.

A quiet prayer, a whiskey sip,

Holdin’ tight to the life I grip.