Another high rise on the outskirts,
making all that hard hat noise.
They got the concrete creeping like a cottonmouth,
sneaking too close for a good old boy.
They turned a 2 to a 4 to a 6 lane,
turning barbed wire into walls.
I'm just a cold beard drinking redneck,
but I'm thinking I might know a way to fix it all.
I take a wrecking ball and knock it all down,
turn every too big city to a small town.
Put all them slicks in the sticks,
yeah,
it might sound kinda funny.
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand.
If it was up to me,
I'd make the whole damn country country.
I'm talking supper time growing in the backyard,
mandatory porch, rocking chairs.
Make everybody work hard for the money so
nobody goes and robs somebody for theirs.
Saturday night,
burn the fire like a sieve off the shine.
Sunday sing AM, catch a brand on the line.
Every map would be a bunch of dots.
If it was my redneck ass calling the shots,
I'd take a wrecking ball and knock it all down,
turn every too big city to a small town.
Put all them slicks in the sticks,
yeah,
it might sound kinda funny.
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand.
If it was up to me,
I'd make the whole damn country country.
Next time you lock your doors,
when you got to drive,
have an hour out of town to see a star up in the sky.
Sitting in traffic,
catching health on your balls.
Tell me we wouldn't be better off to take a wrecking ball,
knock it all down,
turn every too big city to a small town.
Put all them slicks in the sticks,
yeah,
it might sound kinda funny.
But what if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand.
If it was up to me,
I'd make the whole damn country country.