There´s a house fly swimming in my sweet tea
Hey darlin´ pass another Kerr jar to me
Butter drippin´ off a biscuit, baby better take a bite
Cantaloupe thumps like it´s finally ripe
Box fan on a lawn chair suckin´ in swamp air
Two hundred mile marker signs from nowhere
That´s what country is

It ain´t a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It´s a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin´ caught stealin´ a Boone´s farm kiss
It ain´t a John Deere cap that´s never fell in the cotton
It´s a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It´s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
That´s what country is

When the sun starts slippin´ from the delta sky
And the last scarecrow tucks in for the night
Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank
´Bout an hour till we feel the first catfish yank
Barefoot cane pole wavin´ at the riverboats
And when they´re gone, take a dip in the moon glow
That´s what country is

It ain´t a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It´s a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin´ caught stealin´ a Boone´s farm kiss
It ain´t a John Deere cap that´s never fell in the cotton
It´s a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It´s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
That´s what country is

It ain´t a jacked up truck that´s never seen a pasture
It´s cars pulling over for a no cap tractor
It´s homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
No, it can´t be bought it´s somethin´ you´re born with
That´s what country is [x4]