Country Out of the Boy

Took the boots off my feet, but the dust still clings,

Traded fields of gold for concrete kings.

The city's hum, it pulls me away,

But the fields of home forever stay.

You can take the boy out of the country, it’s true,

But the country stays, no matter what you do.

Through flashing lights and the city noise,

You can't take the country out of the boy.

They laugh at the drawl in the things I say,

My heart beats slow in a fast-paced day.

Fishing holes and a gravel road,

In my soul, that's where I'm owed.

You can take the boy out of the country, it’s true,

But the country stays, no matter what you do.

Through flashing lights and the city noise,

You can't take the country out of the boy.

When the city's big and you're feeling small,

Dream of stars you saw in the country’s sprawl.

You can pave the ground, build over the soil,

But deep down I'm rooted in homegrown toil.

I might wear a suit, but inside I swear,

There's denim and leather, it’s hiding there.

A good dog’s bark, a tractor's hum,

In my bones, that's where I'm from.