We work in the factories and the fields Assembly lines and coal mines and the steel mills That's what we do but there's more to us than that If you want to know who we are it's on the logos of our caps We're Mountaineers, volunteers We're the tide that rolls, we're Seminoles We're a herd of Longhorn steers We drive Ford and Chevrolet Shoot twenty-four and eighty-eight We crank up our music Friday nights On two thousand country stations Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right We might fix your water pump, your AC Bring your apple pie, and fill your glass of tea Take that Fedex package to your door But underneath that apron or that uniform We're Wild Cats, Wolverines We're Tigers, Buckeyes, Bruins Bulldogs, Hogs, and Hurricanes We pray before we race Cheer fourteen and forty-eight We drink ice-cold beer on Friday nights Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right We're all across the map Down city streets and old dirt roads We're the fabric of this nation And we're a nation all our own We're Mountaineers, we're volunteers We're Devils, Heels, and Rebels Fighting Irish and Cavaliers We soup up our Chevrolets Cheer twenty-four and eighty-eight And we crank up the same songs Friday night On two thousand country stations Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right