Brian Davis That's Country
Well that’s country
That’s country y’all (whoowh)
She was sittin on a hay bale,
Staw in her mouth,
Pa’s on the John Deere pullin that plow,
Granny’s fried chicken ridin shotgun,
Greasin that brown bag on up,
After 10 hours of sweat on my brow,
There ain’t nothin like watchin the sun go down over
Chorus:
Corn rows, dirt roads, Lord knows---that’s country,
Old truck covered up in farm mud---that’s country,
Hoe, barn, chickens in yard, drinkin’ shine from a
mason jar,
Ain’t nothin like livin a life country,
Pray for rain when you’re in a drought,
Make it the sun when you’re about to drown,
Seventh day you take a rest, on a pew in your Sunday
best,
It’s Monday morning and that old rooster crows,
Put on my overalls cause it’s time to tend to those,
Chorus
It’s a hard life, long days, short nights,
But I wouldn’t change a thing,
Cause there’s nothing like
Corn rows, dirt roads, Lord knows---that’s country
Old truck covered up in farm mud---that’s country
Corn rows, dirt roads, Lord knows---that’s country
Old truck covered up in farm mud---that’s country
Hoe, barn, chickens in yard, drinkin shine from a mason
jar,
Ain’t nothin like livin a life ---no there ain’t nothin
like livin a life country
That’s country
Well That’s Country
