Well, I got no exes in Texas, But I got two in Colorado I grew up in hand-me-downs, Hands in the dirt of Grandad's garden By the sea, no dreams to climb the corporate ladder, Only trees That's where I wrote my first poetry Daddy, your hands grip the wheel, My legs swing just shy of the floor Back to back James Taylor sings us From Mama's house to yours Only Slim I knew was chance We had no Cash, but made it work Now I'mma set the record straight Like George did first I don't drive an F150, But I love the open road I don't got a hundred acres, But I got a heart o' gold Though I don't live life in plaid, I live by common courtesy And that's what country means To me Made my second home at Wazzu, Spent our weekends hiking trails And in Batesville, Indiana, I got relations, born and raised We play darts, 'n' cards 'n' cornhole 'N' drink and talk 'til three And blood or not, got each other's back, 'Cause that's family No I don't drive an F150 But I love the open road I don't got a hundred acres But I've got a heart o' gold Though I don't live life in plaid, I live by common courtesy And that's what country means To me No I don't drive an F150 But I love the open road I don't got a hundred acres But I've got a heart o' gold Though I don't live life in plaid, I live by common courtesy 'Cause that's what country means Oh, and someday when I'm older, I'll want to plant my roots 'N' I'll bring back my grandad's garden And I'll build my own roof And I'll ride horseback 'cross the creek, Own land, far as the eye can see, 'Cause that's what country means To me That's what country means To me