I'm That Country - Craig Morgan

Like a homegrown tomato fresh off the vine

Pintos and cornbread and dandelion wine

Square bells and white tails and coffee by the pound

While it’s starting to row I feel people calm down

Mason jar for love sweet tea

I’m that country

I got strands of barb wire that wraps up a farm

Silo’s and sitters and old great whole barns

Like an old john deer tractor pulling a plow

Fire brimstone on sundays in a one room church house

Push snaps cowboy boots and jeans

Out in the country

I’m that country

Down to the core

I’m that country

Nothing less nothing more

What you get is just what you see

I’m that country yup

Girl haggle she wants some jimmy john and marlboro

Dough bro guitars fiddles and back roads

Martha white flower the grand ole robbery

I’m that country

I’m that country

Down to the core

I’m that country

Nothing less nothing more

What you get is just what you see

I’m that country yes

The good lord made me

I’m that country