I'm country

Backroad blaze

Mud on the plates

Arkansas raised

Mud on the truck door

Dust on my name

Proud of where I came (hey!)

I’m an Arkansas, boot-dirty, baseball cap wearing

Southern hell raiser, all my people sayin’

Country swag drippin’, every step I’m takin’

Gun rack ready, ain’t no fear I’m facin’

Thank God I’m a country boy

Yeah, thank God I’m a country boy

From the mud to the chrome, that’s the life I enjoy

Hands up high, thank God I’m a country boy (hey!)

I’m an Arkansas, boot-dirty, ball cap low

Camo on the brim, that’s just how I roll

Little bit of drawl in the way I talk

Little bit of law in the way I walk

Backroad bumper, dented tailgate

Granddad’s land, that’s an estate

Hunt in the morning, fish in the night

Bible on the dash, yeah I’m all right (oh yeah)

Got that mud on my floorboard

Little dust in my cold beer

Back road Bible in the dash

Keep the good Lord ridin’ right here

Camo jacket in the backseat

Stacked hay bales, that’s my scene

If you lookin’ for the trouble and the truth

Both live out here with me

From the chicken house smell

To the river bank sky

Got clay on my knuckles

And praise on my mind

If you’re built like this

You already know

We raise a little hell

Then we let grace flow

swag, that’s stains on my jeans

Camo on the sleeve, Red Dirt in my genes

Friday night light from the bonfire glow

Tailgate throne, that’s my front-row show

Cuss a little bit, but I fear my Maker

Hit my knees quick, I’m a backroad prayer

Gun safe stacked, but my heart stays soft

For my kin, for my land, for the old rugged cross

I’m an Arkansas, boot-dirty, baseball cap wearing

Southern hell raiser, all my people sayin’

Country swag drippin’, every step I’m takin’

Gun rack ready, ain’t no fear I’m facin’

Thank God I’m a country girl

Yeah, thank God I’m a country girl

From the mud to the chrome, that’s the life I enjoy

Hands up high, thank God I’m a country girl

Gun safe full, but my hands stay clean

Only pull that steel to protect my team

Knees in the clay when I need that grace

Got a little bit of wild in a saved-by-faith place

Thank God I’m a country boy

Arkansas blood, that backwoods joy

Boots stay dirty, that’s how I shine

Raised on grit and a .45 mind

Baseball cap and a southern drawl

I stand tall when the church bells call

Hell raiser with a heaven-made soul

Thank God I’m a country boy (let’s go)

Southern hell raiser, raised right first

Speak my mind, but I put Him first

Country swag, clean fade, pearl snap shirt

Still get grass stains all in this dirt

Cooler in the back, tailgate throne

I’m an Arkansas, boot-dirty, baseball cap wearing

Southern hell raiser, all my people sayin’

Country swag drippin’, every step I’m takin’

Gun rack ready, ain’t no fear I’m facin’

Thank God I’m a country boy

Yeah, thank God I’m a country boy

From the mud to the chrome, that’s the life I enjoy

Hands up high, thank God I’m a country boy (hey!)