Good ol' country boy

Verse 1

I woke up when the rooster started crowin' at dawn,

Pulled on my old boots and my faded blue jeans on,

My rusty old pickup was waitin' by the gate,

With a dog in the back and a full tank of fate.

I drove past the cornfields and the old church sign,

Thinkin' 'bout that girl who used to be mine,

She left me a note and a picture on the wall,

Now I talk to my tractor when the nights get long.

Chorus

So pour me a sweet tea, turn up that radio,

Let the country roads take me where the wild winds blow,

With a six-string guitar and a sky full of stars,

I'll chase my dreams in my beat-up old car.

Yeah, life ain't perfect, but it's alright with me,

Got a little bit of heaven underneath these trees,

From the dirt on my boots to the moon shining bright,

I'm a small-town soul livin' a country life.

Verse 2

My mama says "son, don't you work too hard,"

My daddy taught me how to fix an old truck in the yard,

The Friday night lights and the hometown crowd,

Ain't nothin' better than makin' folks proud.

Bridge

If I ever get lost, I'll follow that road,

Past the old barn and the river below,

'Cause home ain't a place you can find on a map,

It's the memories you make and the people you have.

Final Chorus

So pour me a sweet tea, turn up that radio,

Let the country roads take me where the wild winds blow,

With a six-string guitar and a sky full of stars,

I'll keep on rollin' in my old pickup truck.

Yeah, I'm just a country boy, simple and free,

With a little bit of dirt and a big family tree.