People talk about meguitar sologuitar soloFriday night spotlightAnd that was usIt might not have been youBut I can't judgeJust be proud ofWhat makes your countryDoes it run in your bloodDid it come from your daddy and mamaWere you converted by an Alabama songOn the radioThat feels so rightDid you lock eyesWith a little green-eyed girl from JacksonTell me what got youI just gotta knowMe, I got my SundayLearning in a live old churchSilver queen corn in the backyard dirtWaiting for the fallTo finally come alongSo I can *** my gun and get my outside onStepside covered down in peanut dustFriday night spotlightAnd that was usIt might not have been youBut I can't judgeJust be proud ofWhat makes your countryguitar soloMight be from a city or a little farm townWhatever kind of square that you drove aroundDo you wear it on your sleeveOr keep it deep down in your heartYou know you gotta let it outI got my dirt broke red back when I was twelveOn a no-cap tractor hauling them balesBagging in boatsFishing lim-linesRunning bird dogs through them Georgia pinesStepside covered down in peanut dustFriday night spotlightAnd that was usIt might not have been youBut I can't judgeAnd just be proud ofWhat makes your countryDoes it run in your bloodDoes it run in your bloodDoes it run in your bloodWhat makes your countryWhatever makes your countryYou do your kind of countryThey do any kind of countryI do my kind of countryWhatever makes us countryguitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar soloI'll see you next time.