Lyrics Chris Cagle

Chris Cagle

Country by the Grace of God

Hot sun goin' down

Heatin' up this little town

The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done

Moonlight, fireflies

Beer on the bank by the riverside

We're gonna have ourselves a little fun

Dancin' on the tailgates and raisin' a little cain

Rockin' in the pastures and rollin' in the hay

It's the life I love

And I'm gonna live it til they bury me

I can't get enough of dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things

And I take pride in everything I've got

'Cause I'm American born

And Country by the grace of God!

I don't need no Cadillacs

You can't put no hay bales in the back

It won't cross a creek or tow no heavy load

I don't like a high-rise

Cluttering up my clear blue skies

Don't want to be where the city is all that grows

Listen here,

Some are born with a silver spoon and some come from the farm

Some have a ball in the mansion, but we get down in the barn!

It's the life I love

And I'm gonna live it til they bury me

I can't get enough of dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things

Oh, and I take pride in everything I've got

'Cause I'm American born

And Country by the grace of God!

We bulid a world of dreams on a big 'ol piece of land

We're free do anything we like

We're country, So we can!

It's the life I love

And I'm gonna live it til they bury me

I can't get enough of dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things

And I take pride in everything I've got

'Cause I'm American born

And Country by the Grace of God!