Call It Country Lyrics by SACHA
You call it a county line
I call it a first sign
That I got two lefts left and one right to mama’s front porch
You call it a dirt road
I call it from the view from my window
From the yellow wild flowers all the way up to that barn red door
You see gravel
I see a short cut,
You see a hand me down,
I see a good truck
To roll to the boon docks
And go get my tires stuck
It’s where my soul’s
Got roots that won’t let go
No matter where I roam
Where I come from always finds me
Takes me back to those memories
Sipping on summertime sweet tea
Swinging on a firestone
You call it country,
I call it home
You call it a honky tonk,
I call it my first job
Daddy in the cover band, me side stage singing along
You see a tailgate,
I see my first sip
You see a cornfield,
I see a long kiss
Sunrise sun dress
Moonlight sunset
It’s where my soul’s
Got roots that won’t let go
No matter where I roam
Where I come from always finds me
Takes me back to those memories
Sipping on summertime sweet tea
Swinging on a firestone
You call it country,
I call it home
So if you’re ever rollin in on a whim on a Friday night
Just Follow that neon Pabst Blue welcome sign
Yeah
It’s where my soul’s
Got roots that won’t let go
No matter where I roam
Where I come from always finds me
Takes me back to those memories
Sipping on summertime sweet tea
Swinging on a firestone
You call it country,
I call it home
You see the back woods
I see a playground
You see a map dot,
I see where my heart’s found
I call it home
