Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Makes You Country, artist - Luke Bryan. Album song What Makes You Country, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Record label: A Capitol Records Nashville Release;
Song language: English
What Makes You Country |
People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain’t country |
What gives 'em the right to wear a pair of beat-up boots? |
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies? |
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth |
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain |
Or a plowboy waitin' on the rain |
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same |
Everybody doin' their own thing |
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12 |
On a no cab tractor hauling 'em bales |
Backing in boats, fishing limb lines |
Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines |
Step side covered down in peanut dust |
Friday night spotlighting, that was us |
It might not’ve been you, but I can’t judge |
Just be proud of what makes you country |
Does it run in your blood? |
Did it come from your daddy and mama? |
Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio? |
It feels so right |
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson? |
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know |
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a live-oak church |
Silver Queen corn in the backyard dirt |
Waiting for the fall to finally come along |
So I can grab my gun and get my outside on |
Step side covered down in peanut dust |
Friday night spotlighting, that was us |
It might not’ve been you, but I can’t judge |
Just be proud of what makes you country |
Might be from a city or a little farm town |
Whatever kind of square that you drove around |
Do you wear it on your sleeve or keep it deep down? |
You know you gotta let it out |
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12 |
On a no cab tractor haulin' 'em bales |
Backing in boats, fishing limb lines |
Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines |
Step side covered down in peanut dust |
Friday night spotlighting, that was us |
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judge |
And just be proud of what makes you country |
Whatever makes you country |
You do your kinda country |
They doing their kind of country |
I do my kind of country |
Whatever makes us country |