Lyrics

Uh hell yeahs

I’m that voice on your radio
I’m that rhythm in your head ya can't get outta your thoughts
A beer woah won’t erase me
A beer woah won’t replace me
Hell nahs I ain’t no cityfied
Hell nahs that ain’t whatcha need

I’m that Wrangler blue jeans ’n Stetson hat
I’m that Justin boots Wrangler shirt too
Make no mistake I ain’t judgin’ at you
Make no mistake I ain’t laughin’ at you

You ain’t doin’ country music no favor
You ain’t fightin’ for what’s strait true
You couldn’t find amarillo by mornin’
You couldn’t sing no blue clear sky

All y’alls ridin’ a gravy train now too
All y’alls leavin’ a muddy trail to do
Take a county naked miles trip for me
Take a country backroads trip for me

You don’t drive a truck
You don’t start a tractor
You know a deer is a buck
You know you’re in a rut

Ok listen up we’re all countryfied
We got hillbilly hollar back in our bones
Ok shut up we’re in town something’s goin’ down
Bars waitin’ in my backwoods

We gotcha for each others back
We getcha for some respect back
Take a moment you be steppin’ on hollow grounds
Take a bass ackwards careful whatcha found

We ain’t playin’ reindeer games
Yeah we all have hillbilly twangs
We aim to be puttin’ back thangs
Where they used to be just go home

This aways be how we be talkin’ that’s da shit
Make no mistake you now know me no excuses for its
You ain’t gonna be Blake S so just quit
You can’t never be Church E you not legit

Country musics preacher’s comin’ for ya
Puttin’ country back to it roots