I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car, nBut I drunk a little shine from a mason jar.nI know how to work and how ta have fun, nnI'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gunnI like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs, nHuntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.nnThat's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die, nC-O-U-N-T-R-YnnMy baby looks hot in her high heel shoes, nShe looks even cooler in her cowboy boots.nShe can dance to the music, all night long,nShe's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone.nShe likes Boogie-woogie, Reggae, Rap, Pop, and Soul, nHip-Hop Blues, and Rock and Roll.nIf you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-YnnYou might not know it by the way we talk, nWe might not show it by the way we walk,nBut we're true and tried, genuine, certified, C-O-U-N-T-R-YnnThat's the way we're gonna be until the day we die nC-O-U-N-T-R-YnI said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y