Go ahead and crank this on up.
I grew up south of the Mason-Dixon, workin', spittin', huntin' and fishin'.
Stone cold country by the grace of God.
I was gassin' up the other day, an old boy pulled up with a license plate from Ohio,
thought, oh good Lord, he's lost.
From his Wranglers to his boots, he reminded me of Chris LeDoux.
And that Copenhagen smile, your country must be country-wide.
In every state, there's a station playin' Cash, Hank, Willie and Waylon,
foreign cars and mobile drives.
There's cowboys and hillbillies from farm towns to big cities.
There ain't no doubt in my mind, country must be country-wide.
And it ain't where, it's how you live.
We weren't raised to take what we were raised to give.
We'll shut off our backs to anyone in need.
We'll bow our heads before we eat, before we start our day,
before we fall asleep, cause in God we trust and we believe.
Yeah, we see what's wrong and we know what's right.
And old Hank, he said it all when he said country folks can't survive.
In every state, there's a station playin' Cash, Hank, Willie and Waylon,
foreign cars and four-wheel drives.
There's cowboys and hillbillies from farm towns to big cities.
There ain't no doubt in my mind, country must be country-wide.
In every state, there's a station.
Y'all better crank this up!
In every state, there's a station playin' Cash, Hank, Willie and Waylon,
foreign cars and four-wheel drives.
There's cowboys and hillbillies from farm towns to big cities.
There ain't no doubt in my mind, there ain't no doubt in my mind.
Country must be country-wide.
Amen.