What Makes You Country

Luke Bryan

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  S1:
  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
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  B1:
  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
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  R1:
  I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve 

  On a no cab tractor hauling them bales 

  Backing in boats, fishing limb lines 

  Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines 

  Step side cover down in peanut dust 

  Friday night spotlight, and that was us 

  It might not have been you, but I can't judge 

  Just be proud of what makes you country
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  S2:
  Does it run in your blood? 

  Did it come from your daddy and mama? 

  Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio? 

  That feels so right 

  Did you lock eyes 

  With a little green-eyed girl from Jackson? 

  Tell me what got ya 

  I just gotta know
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  Me, I got my Sunday learning in a live oak church 

  Silver Queen corn in a backyard dirt 

  Waiting for the fall to finally come along 

  So I can grab my gun and get my outside on 

  Step side cover down in peanut dust 

  Friday night spotlight, and that was us 

  It might not have been you, but I can't judge 

  Just be proud of what makes you country
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  B2:
  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
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  R3:
  I got my dirt road cred back when I was twelve 

  On a no cab tractor hauling them bales 

  Backing in boats, fishing limb lines 

  Running bird dogs through them Georgia pines 

  Step side cover down in peanut dust 

  Friday night spotlight, and that was us 

  It might not have been you, but I ain't judging 

  And just be proud of what makes you country
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  Whatever makes you country  

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  You do your kind of country 

  They doing they kind of country 

  I do my kind of country 

  x---x Whatever makes us country