Call Me Country

I'm just a good ol' boy from Virginia
 Where the smell of tobacco, still hangs in the barn
 The house I grew up in, mama sang church hymns
 While I hid and played free bird on daddy's guitar
 I learned to put my trust in a good pair of boots
 And I ain't ashamed of my down home roots
 Call me country
 It runs deep in my bones
 My heart's in the holler
 The fields in my soul
 There's a piece of my past down every dirt road
 It's my home, aw yea
 Call me country
 I remember granddaddy
 How we'd talk about that oak tree
 Six generations too strong to fall down
 And you ought to see the sunset
 When it touches the red dirt
 How it burns like a brush fire before it goes down
 This piece of land will always carry my last name
 When asked who I am with pride, I would say
 Call me country
 It runs deep in my bones
 My heart's in the holler
 The fields in my soul
 There's a piece of my past down every dirt road
 It's my home, aw yea
 Call me country
 Call me country
 It runs deep in my bones
 My heart's in the holler
 The fields in my soul
 There's a piece of my past down every dirt road
 It's my home, oh
 Call me country, yea
 Call me country, yeah-eh