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I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
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Workin' spittin' huntin' and fishin'
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Stone cold country by the grace of God
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I was gasin' up the other day
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And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate
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From Ohio I thought of good lord he's lost
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From his wranglers to his boots
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He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
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And that Copenhagen smile
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Country must be country wide
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In every state
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There's a station
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Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon
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In foreign cars and four wheel drives
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There's cowboys and hillbillies
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From farm towns to big cities
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There ain't no doubt in my mind
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Country must be country wide
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It ain't where
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It's how you live
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We weren't raised to take
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We were raised to give
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The shirt off our back
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To anyone in need
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We bow our heads before we eat
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Before we start our day
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Before we fall asleep
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'Cause in god we trust and we believe
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And we see what's wrong
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And we know what's right
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And ol' Hank he said it all
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When he said country folks can survive
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There ain't no doubt in my mind
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Country must be country wide
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Country Must Be Country Wide
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Brantley Gilbert |