Boy Out the Country

Burn a few down on the back porch

A lot of shift gears in my dashboard

Can’t get it on my own, won’t ask for it

Make it happen with my own two hands

Yeah, I like my boots a little swampy

Yeah, I like my bass a little funky

Yeah, I like my girls a little country

Yeah it’s just the way I am

I ain’t ashamed of how I was raised

And I don’t see no need to change

You can take the boy out of the country

Take the beer out of his hand

You can spend all kind of money to sophisticated man

You can take him out his blue jeans, throw away his camo hat

But you know you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, it’s just as simple as that

You can take the boy out of the country

You can take the boy out of the country

You can take the boy out of thе country but that country’s still in your boy

Still in your boy