There's a house fly swimming in my sweet tea
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Hey darlin' pass another Kerr jar to me
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Butter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite
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Cantaloupe thumps like it's finaly ripe
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Box fan on a lawn chair suckin' in swamp air
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That's what country is
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It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall
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It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall
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Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss
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It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell in the cotton
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It's a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
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It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips
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That's what country is
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When the sun starts slippin' from the delta sky
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And the last scarecrow tucks in for the night
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Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank
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'Bout an hour till we feel the first catfish yank
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Barefoot cane pole wavin' at the riverboats
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They when they're gone take a dip in the moon glow
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That's what country is
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[Chorus]
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It ain't a jacked up truck that's never seen a pasture
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It's cars pulling over for a no cab tractor
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It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips
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No, it can't be bought it's somethin' you're born with
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That's what country is [x4]
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What Country Is
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| Luke Bryan |
