| 'Round here we was raised in the church | 
| We worked when we was hurt | 
| And was proud of our dirt | 
| God came first and He still does | 
| Some things will always be just like they was | 
| Life’s still good 'round here everyday | 
| Ask anyone, betcha they all say | 
| That’s because we’re country kids | 
| How it was is how it is | 
| Yeah, that’s the way we all were raised | 
| Reckon some things ain’t never gonna change | 
| It’s in our blood everywhere we go | 
| From the city streets to them old back roads | 
| No matter how young or old we get | 
| We’ll always be country kids | 
| Shellin' butter beans on the porch with Grandma | 
| Learnin' how to cut the grass on the lap of Grandpa | 
| On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs | 
| Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun | 
| Life’s still good 'round here everyday | 
| Ask anyone, I betcha they all say | 
| That’s because we’re country kids | 
| How it was is how it is | 
| Yeah, that’s the way we all were raised | 
| Reckon some things ain’t never gonna change | 
| It’s in our blood everywhere we go | 
| From the city streets to them old back roads | 
| No matter how young or old we get | 
| We’ll always be country kids | 
| From New York City to the Georgia pines | 
| From Hollywood to the Bible belt | 
| No ya’ll we ain’t too hard to find | 
| No we ain’t hard to find | 
| That’s because we’re country kids | 
| How it was is how it is | 
| Yeah, that’s the way we all were raised | 
| Reckon some things ain’t never gonna change | 
| It’s in our blood everywhere we go | 
| From the city streets to them old dirt roads | 
| No matter how young or old we get | 
| We’ll always be country kids | 
| Yeah from the moment we’re born | 
| Till we’re a hundred and six | 
| We’ll always be country kids |