People talk about me
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And that was us
It might not have been you
But I can't judge
Just be proud of
What makes your country
Does it run in your blood
Did it come from your daddy and mama
Were you converted by an Alabama song
On the radio
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes
With a little green-eyed girl from Jackson
Tell me what got you
I just gotta know
Me, I got my Sunday
Learning in a live old church
Silver queen corn in the backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall
To finally come along
So I can *** my gun and get my outside on
Stepside covered down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight
And that was us
It might not have been you
But I can't judge
Just be proud of
What makes your country
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Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear it on your sleeve
Or keep it deep down in your heart
You know you gotta let it out
I got my dirt broke red back when I was twelve
On a no-cap tractor hauling them bales
Bagging in boats
Fishing lim-lines
Running bird dogs through them Georgia pines
Stepside covered down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight
And that was us
It might not have been you
But I can't judge
And just be proud of
What makes your country
Does it run in your blood
Does it run in your blood

Does it run in your blood
What makes your country





Whatever makes your country
You do your kind of country
They do any kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country
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I'll see you next time.