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They ask me why you wanna ride around in some old, beat-up truck

And why you wanna mix your Billy Strings and Thunderstruck

What's up with them old boots and all that natty light

And how come you go honky-tonkin' every Friday night

If you know, you know

If you don't, you don't

It's a country kind of thing that I just can't explain

You gotta feel it way down in your soul

If you know, you know

They ask me, "Why you got a flat pick on that old flat top guitar?

And why you gotta roll that smoky tip, that Mason Jar?

And why you puttin' all those miles on that old people bus?"

If they can't understand, yeah, then they ain't one of us

If you know, you know

If you don't, you don't

It's a country kind of thing that I just can't explain

You gotta feel it way down in your soul

If you know, you know (aw, here we go)

They ask us, "Why you gotta love them girls?"

They say, "hell yeah" and "y'all"

And what makes 'em so sexy comin' from a town that's small

And why you let 'em break your heart with just one little grin

Son, if you ever met one, you'd never ask again

If you know, you know

If you don't, you don't

It's a country kind of thing that I just can't explain

You gotta feel it way down in your soul

If you know, you know

If you know, you know

Mm, if you know, you know

That's right