If That's Country Lyrics

Straight out of Nashville, here’s your next big star
He don’t write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans,
And he struts around the stage like he’s the coolest thing you’ve ever seen.

Oh you gotta love him!

He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose
And he don’t mind the makeup, as long as no one knows.
And he’s got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl,
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw

But if he’s country I’ll kiss your a*s,
And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.
He’s the same old shit in a slightly different bag,
But if he’s country, well then country’s pretty bad.

I don’t watch CMT
Naw that shit makes me sick.
And that ole Kenny Chesney,
What a hypocrite.

He’ll swear he’s country,
But he lives in the Caribbean.
Sings all about the islands now,
What happened to the Tennessean

Aw if he’s country ill kiss your a*s
Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash
He’s all about image cuz image pays the bucks,
Aw but if he’s country, well then country really s*cks.

What happened to the outlaws,
Who weren’t afraid to cross the line.
What happened to the workin’ man,
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives.

I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town.
And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around.
And he taught me all the good stuff,
That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll

And to thank country, well I don’t give a damn
My daddy taught me to be own kinda man
He said “Son you don’t have to go along with the crowd” aw
So if I ain’t country then I’m pretty frickin proud
Oh Well I don’t need their labels anyhow