They Call Me Country

I'm a Texas cowboy

I wear a faded hat

I'm an Alabama plow-boy

Got a leather tan back

I'm a Louisiana Cajun man

I call up bayou stream home

I'm a Mississippi blues man

Just tryin' to make it on my own

You can call me different

I'm still a good man

And you can call me redneck

I've been told that I am

And i guess I am

And maybe I don't fit in

In your point of view

I can see your a rose in a bed of thorns in the morning dew

They call me country

Now how about you

I can ride a bush hog

From sun up 'til sundown

And I can ride a rodeo

Let em' throw me to the ground

I can raise holy hell

On a Saturday night

And make it to the first church bell

That's how a country boy survives

You can call me different

I'm still a good man

And you can call me redneck

I've been told that I am

And I guess I am

And maybe I don't fit in

In your point of view

I can see your a rose in a bed of thorns in the morning dew

They call me country

Now how about you