Stay Country or Die Tryin’ - Single Version

Yeah, yeah

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop

Boots ain't never seen easy street

Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as a star drops

Roots run deep in this family tree

(Ooh-ooh)

Bust your ass, still won't make a killin'

(Ooh-ooh)

It's a lifestyle, it ain't a living

From the red, white, and blue, flyin' high at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn

Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn

Where your buddy and your boat both got the name 'John'

In God, we trust, Detroit, we rust

Redneck letter testifyin'

From the born in the cut 'til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pine box

Sure as hell ain't scared to go

I'm a hardheaded God-fearin' man from the boondocks

Chisel those words on my cobble headstone

(Ooh-ooh)

Bible and an almanac up on the shelf

(Ooh-ooh)

Daddy prayed for rain, mama paid for me to stay out of hell

From the red, white, and blue, flying high at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn

Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn

Where your buddy and your boat both got the name 'John'

In God, we trust, Detroit, we rust

Redneck letter testifyin'

From the born in the cut 'til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

(Woo!)

(Ooh-ooh)

Baptize me where the water's real muddy

(Ooh-ooh)

Wash me clean, still come up country

From the red, white, and blue

Flying high at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn

Where the magnolias bloom, There's a lab on the lawn

Where your buddy and your boat both got the name 'John'

In God, we trust, Detroit, we rust

Redneck letter testifyin'

From the born in the cut 'til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Or die tryin'