Can't get butter from a duck, blood from a turnip green.
Ain't nothin' changed, country like a butter bean
A-a-appalachee bred, hound dog king
Pops taught me get it and by get it he meant any means.
But God rest his soul, I got to keep it movin'
I stay above the mud hole so I can keep from losin'
Got a knack for catchin' blue gills, a thing for cookin' bugs we stew
If it ain't got some snappin'
Turtles that just ain't gon' get it dude.
Country in the fall time, that means we gon' ball time
Truck bed loaded down with country folks at all times.
Chains firin' up the pit, he just killed a big buck.
Plus my boy 'Tucky just dropped a couple nice ducks.
Gotta love the country side, thoroughbred with country pride
I'm all about these Georgia woods mixed with some southern rhymes
Outlaw music man, heavy with a farmer's tan
Midnight rider something like the Allman Brother's Band
You can find me, in the country
Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar.
Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight,
Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right...
It's all about drummin' up a good time
Mixed with some Appalachia swamp with a little bit of moonshine.
Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time,
And by the mornin' it's gon' be all ri... ght.
See I was raised on that side of town where people seldom go.
Had no room for them legals and that pride gotta role.
Where huntin' ain't a sport man, they do it just for meat.
And brown liquor done took it's toll on my family tree.
Hard times and heartaches done swept through the land.
But I don't curse my misfortunes 'cause it made me a man.
Made me open up my eyes, realize some real lies.
That they tellin' real lies but they make you feel right,
Yeah I'm chewin' on a twig, fishin' and takin' swigs.
Puffin' indo with my kinfolks, loosen a Mason lid.
People may be simplistic but they keep it realistic,
Can't tell you nothin' bout physics but they know just how to kick it.
And we don't go to town much less there's something that we need,
City folks 'bout that money and the ate up with that greed,
They'll smile in your face,
Then stab you in the back,
If you lookin' for Big Chuk boy you know just where I'm at.
You can find me, in the country,
Hangin' in the back yard, with my guitar and a fruit jar.
Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight,
Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right.
It's all about drummin' up a good time,
Mixed with some Appalachia swamp and a little bit of moonshine,
Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time,
And by the mornin' it's gon' be all ri... ght.
You can find me, in the country
Hangin' in the back yard,
With my guitar and a fruit jar,
Bonfire burnin' in the moonlight,
Raise a little ruckus in the mornin' we gon' be all right.
It's all about drummin' up a good time
Mixed with some Appalachia swamp and a little bit of moonshine,
Keep the country kickin' in the sticks in the mean time,
And by the mornin' it's gon' be all ri... ght