Summertime chicken fried, mama tried
A country boy, country boy can survive
O'Marena, my Maria, my Amy
Outskirts of heaven and sinners like me
Yeah,
they might have lit a flame under these old boots
But they sure don't hold no candle to
North wind blowing through a patch of
pines Whippoorwill singing about summertime
Rain drops drumming on rusty tin
Flathead dragging out 20-pound strand
Oh,
strike up the fire Somebody cue the crickets in the Creekbank
Choir Gotta get back cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song Hound
dog howling trying to track it down
Stray pipes humming coming back from town
Grease in a skillet going pop, pop, pop
No,
you can't find that on an old jukebox
It's a John Deere clearing out a ryegrass
row If you don't come from it then you probably
don't know Yeah,
you probably don't know about a North
wind blowing through a patch of pines
Whippoorwill singing about summertime
Rain drops drumming on rusty tin
Flathead dragging out 20-pound strand
Oh,
strike up the fire Somebody cue the crickets in the Creekbank Choir
Gotta get back cause it's been too
long That's my favorite country song
Oh,
hallelujah,
I know it That the good Lord wrote it for a good old boy like me
On the back porch sipping on a cold beer
Listening to some home sweet harmony
About a North wind blowing through a patch of
pines Whippoorwill singing about summertime
Rain drops drumming on rusty tin
Flathead dragging out 20-pound strand
Like,
oh,
strike up the fire Somebody cue the crickets in the Creekbank
Choir Gotta get back cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song Oh,
I said,
that's my favorite country song