[Intro: Colt Ford]
Oh yeah
Let me tell you how it is growing up and being country as, well
[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
If you're from a little town that's a dot on the map
If you use a buck knife to fillet your bass
If you're pulling up for a tank of gas and it's green pump only
If you're cut of Copenhagen where the green is long
If your door's unlocked and your porch light's on
If your definition of a jukebox song is sad and lonely
If your first truck was a tractor
You know Folsom on guitar
Sipped on moonshine in a pasture
Well, chances are you are
[Chorus: Colt Ford & Jay Webb, Colt Ford]
You're country (American freedom)
Country (Appalachia feel it)
From New York City to ATL
Where the girls stay pretty and the boys raise hell
Country (That's a fifth of whiskey)
Country (That's a Ford 150)
Jack to the moon, buddy, you can bеt
If that's what you do, you're country AF
[Post-Chorus: Colt Ford]
Woo, feels good, don't it, Jay?
Let's go
[Verse 2: Jay Webb & Colt Ford]
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a backwoods backwards world
Whеre Sue's a boy and Bobby's a girl
Where God is good and grits are great
And you love that ice from Sonic
It's a dirt-on-your-work-shirt way of life
Then a pearl-snap smell-good Friday night
If you know your buddy from the sound of his pipes and say
(Bubba put the boot down on it)
If you got apple pie in the kitchen
If you got catfish in the pond
Live your life by the words of crimson
Whether it's the tide or the Book of John
[Chorus: Colt Ford & Jay Webb, Jay Webb]
You're country (American freedom)
Country (Appalachia feel it)
From New York City to ATL
Where the girls stay pretty and the boys raise hell
Country (That's a fifth of whiskey)
Country (That's a Ford 150)
Jack to the moon, buddy, you can bet
If that's what you do, you're country AF
[Post-Chorus: Colt Ford]
You're country AF
[Bridge: Colt Ford, Colt Ford & Jay Webb]
Are you country? Like hopping the fence
Country, in the mud with the wind
Country, y'all pardon my French, but
We're country as
[Chorus: Colt Ford & Jay Webb, Jay Webb]
You're country (American freedom)
Country (Appalachia feel it)
From New York City to ATL
Where the girls stay pretty and the boys raise hell
Country (That's a fifth of whiskey)
Country (That's a Ford 150)
Jack to the moon, buddy, you can bet
If that's what you do, you're country AF
[Outro: Jay Webb & Colt Ford]
We country AF
I think they get it now, Colt
They better get it
We country AF, baby, how 'bout you?
