Country Boy Lyrics by Drew Baldridge
C’mon
If I talk a little slower, drop a hey y’all now and then
If I swing by my ol’ honey hole before the workday begins
Run on grits and greens, smell like hay and gasoline
You can blame it on the country boy in me
If I spend half of my paycheck down at the Bass Pro Shop
If my pickup plays Joe Diffie in a Walmart parkin’ lot
My favorite colors seem to be camo and John Deere Green
You can blame it on the country boy in me
Chalk it up to my down-home raisin’
No this ain’t some kind of phase
It’s who I am and man, it’s who I’ll always be
A little more dirt road than some pavement
A little more sinner than a saint if
I show up to church in my old boots and jeans
You can blame it on the country boy in me
C’mon
If I pick you up on Friday with a box of Boone’s Farm wine
Drive until the road runs out, park ‘neath the pale moonlight
Lean back that seat, make you make them windows steam
You can blame it on the country boy in me
Chalk it up to my down-home raisin’
No this ain’t some kind of phase
It’s who I am and man, it’s who I’ll always be
A little more hold your car door open
Little more leave you less heartbroken
Do what I say and say just what I mean
And you can blame it on the country boy in me, yeah
Blame it on my down-home raisin’
No, this ain’t some kind of phase
It’s who I am and man, it’s who I’ll always be
If I stand for Old Glory flyin’
More fried chicken than fine dinin’
Take my hat off and pray before I eat
You can blame it on the country boy in me
You can blame it on the country boy in me
You can blame it on the country boy in me
That’s right
