Old Country Soul

Born and raised on a backroad
 Speaker box and a canepole
 Saturday we were rebels
 But we were angels in church
 Beat up boots on the front porch
 Rusty roots in the back forty
 Nothing's ever meant more to me than that dirt
 Never givin' up, never turn it down
 Same back then as it is right now
 No matter where I'm at man I know
 I got that old country soul
 That Boondocks swag in my stroll
 Rock it wherever I roll
 I got that old country
 I got that old country soul
 I wouldn't trade it for gold
 Some day write it on my stone
 I got that old country, old country soul
 I'm a blue ribbon on a PBR
 Countin' bliss and countin' stars
 Memories in a mason jar that won't let me go
 Like an old guitar in a brand new song
 Just cause you leave don't mean you're gone
 No matter where I'm at man I know
 I got that old country soul
 That Boondocks swag in my stroll
 Rock it wherever I roll
 I got that old country
 I got that old country soul
 I wouldn't trade it for gold
 Some day write it on my stone
 I got that old country, old country soul
 It's who I'll always be
 It's every part of me
 It's in my bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road
 That front porch light that takes me home
 (Oow) oow I got it (I got that Old country soul)
 Never gonna say it now
 (Soul, yeah) I got that Old country soul
 That Boondocks swag in my stroll
 Rock it wherever I roll
 I got that old country
 I got that old country soul
 I wouldn't trade it for gold
 Some day write it on my stone
 I got that old country, old country soul, yeah
 (I got that old country soul)
 (And it never gonna change)
 I got that old country
 Old country soul