Stay Country or Die Tryin’

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop

Boots ain't ever seen easy street

Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast a star drops

Roots run deep in this family tree

(Ooh-ooh) bust your ass, still won't make a killin'

(Ooh-ooh) it's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin'

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn

Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn

Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John

In God, we trust

Detroit, we rust

Redneck letter testifyin'

From the born in the cut

'Til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pine box

Sure as hell ain't scared to go

I'm a hardheaded God, fearin' man from the boondocks

Chisel that shit on my cobble headstone

(Ooh-ooh) bible, and an almanac up on the shelf

(Ooh-ooh) Daddy prayed for rain

Momma prayed for me to stay out of hell

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn

Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn

Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John

In God, we trust

Detroit, we rust

Redneck letter testifyin'

From the born in the cut

'Til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Woo!

(Ooh-ooh) baptize me where the waters real muddy

(Ooh-ooh) wash me clean, still come up country

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn

Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn

Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John

In God, we trust

Detroit, we rust

Redneck letter testifyin'

From the born in the cut

'Til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Or die tryin'