What I’m For

I'm for a small town staying small and deer hunting in the fall

And I'm for Zebco 33s on sunny days

And I'm for riding them no-name roads

Out there where the green grass grows

And I'm for waving at the man who's bailing hay

And I'm for loving just one woman

I'm for Sundays in the South

I'm for people getting along

And I'm for daddies hanging 'round

I'm for "yes, ma'am," I'm for "yes, sir"

I'm for opening the door

Sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for

And I'm for the blind kind of beers

And I'm for concerts and drinking beers

And I'm for people being who they want to be

And I'm for the American working man

And I'm for lending a helping hand

And I'm for whiskey being made in Tennessee

And I'm for loving just one woman

I'm for Sundays in the South

I'm for people getting along

And I'm for daddies hanging 'round

I'm for "yes, ma'am," I'm for "yes, sir"

I'm for opening the door

Sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for

Alright

And I'm for small-town county sheriffs

And I'm for football Friday nights

I'm for family around the table

And I'm for standing up for what's right

I'm for loving just one woman

I'm for Sundays in the South

I'm for people getting along

And I'm for daddies hanging 'round

I'm for "yes, ma'am," I'm for "yes, sir"

I'm for opening the door

Sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for

Oh, sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for