Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Country, artist - Ben Bostick. Album song My Country, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 04.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Simply Fantastic
Song language: English
My Country |
| This is my country, my damn country |
| Gimme my country, you can keep the rest |
| This is my country, my damn country |
| And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test |
| If you ain’t never cheated or been cheated on |
| Then take off your boots, you rhinestone fraud |
| Gimme cheating, drinking, and outlaw songs |
| Hard times, foolish pride, done me wrong |
| Flirting with the devil, get right with the man |
| Amen, pain songs, one night stands |
| You can keep your picket fence fantasies |
| And put a cork in your high school memories |
| This is my country, my damn country |
| Gimme my country, you can keep the rest |
| This is my country, my damn country |
| And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test |
| If you ain’t never spent a single night in jail |
| Then get another job and I’ll see you in hell |
| I’m drawn like a moth to the neon lights |
| I need a bucket of beer and someone to fight |
| Don’t call yourself country if your music is shitty |
| Or this Carolina boy’ll take you down to Fist City |
| You know who you are, I ain’t gonna name names |
| Just keep your hands off my country and go back from where ya came |
| My country, my damn country |
| Gimme my country, you can keep the rest |
| This is my country, my damn country |
| And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test |
| If you ain’t never done something you regret |
| Well, then I’m proud of ya, now git |
| Get this pussified, polished, pop song piece of |
| Glorified nursery rhyme outta my face |
| Wintertime, springtime, summertime, autumn |
| Show me to the jukebox and Yoakam if you got ‘em |
| I want country like Johnny, country like Merle |
| Country like Loretta, that honky tonk girl |
| Country like Townes, country like Travis |
| I’m a country-fried junkie with a bad habit |
| Country like Kris, country like Gretchen |
| If you ain’t cooking country then get out of the kitchen |
| I want country like Hank one, two, and three |
| Dropping like peaches from the family tree |
| Country like women, whiskey, and wheels |
| Yeah I know if it’s country cuz I know how it feels |
| Country like Waylon, country like Willie |
| Country like lightning in a hillbilly |
| This is my country, my damn country |
| Gimme my country, you can keep the rest |
| This is my country, my damn country |
| And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test |
| If you can’t sing along to Tear in my Beer |
| Then don’t forget your coat and get the fuck out here |