Boy Out The Country

Burn a few down on the back porch
A lot of shift gears in my dashboard
Can’t get it on my own, won’t ask for it
Make it happen with my own two hands

Yeah, I like my boots a little swampy
Yeah, I like my bass a little funky
Yeah, I like my girls a little country
Yeah it’s just the way I am

I ain’t ashamed of how I was raised
And I don’t see no need to change
You can take the boy out of the country
Take the beer out of his hand
You can spend all kind of money to sophisticated man
You can take him out his blue jeans, throw away his camo hat
But you know you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, it’s just as simple as that

You can take the boy out of the country
You can take the boy out of the country
You can take the boy out of thе country
But that country’s still in your boy
Still in your boy