Thirty miles from Talladega back in the spring of 84 Momma raised us by the Good Book and kept a 12 gauge by the door People said that she was crazy, livin out there on the farm Had a spit cup on the dashboard and Bear Bryant tattooed on her arm [Chorus] Thats just country like the dogwoods and the pine trees growin wild Like a red dirt on a little barefoot child, its kinda funny Thats just country, like the fiddles in the music that we love Like the reckless streak that running through our blood Thats just country Daddy got up every morning, headed straight out to the field Workin hard to make a dollar when times were tough and life was real Then hed come home in the evening, an aching back and a troubled mind Watch the sun fade in the west sky, sinkin down beneath the pines [Chorus] Thats just country like the dogwoods and the pine trees growin wild Like a red dirt on a little barefoot child, its kinda funny Thats just country, like the fiddles in the music that we love Like the reckless streak that running through our blood Thats just country Grandma made us cathead biscuits, ham and chicken, always fried Sop it up with red eye gravy, a stick of butter on the side Then Id pull out that old guitar, bend some strings and pick a tune Play a little mountain music, beneath an Alabama moon [Chorus] Thats just country, like a freight train just a rollin down the track Like them dusty boots and faded old straw hats, its kinda funny Thats just country, like turnip greens and mommas homemade pie Well I reckon Ill be downhome til I die Thats just country [Chorus] Thats just country like the dogwoods and the pine trees growin wild Like a red dirt on a little barefoot child, its kinda funny Thats just country, like the fiddles in the music that we love Like the reckless streak that running through our blood Thats just country
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