That's what country is It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell

Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right On two thousand country stations 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

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

God and guns Was founded on Keep us strong That's what this country, lord Well we might as well give up and run, If we let 'm take our God and guns! Don't let 'em take Last night I heard this politician