I Love My Country

Intro A A Woo-ooh-ooh Yeah, baby [Verse 1] A Out here ain't nothing but woods and water A Drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber E Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle A How the good Lord intended it, yes he did Chorus A I love my country, I love my country A Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky E We keep it funky, we like how it sounds A Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country A I'm loud and proud, rolling into town A Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound E Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about A I love my country and I love my country A Up loud Interlude A G (Woo-ooh-ooh) A G [Verse 2] A Barbecue, steak fries A Styrofoam plate date night A George Strait singing greats while A We turning up, sitting lake-side E That pedal steel, she straight sliding E Over here, to me she do that A Alabama shake, like you ain't ever seen Chorus A I love my country, I love my country A Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky E We keep it funky, we like how it sounds A Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country A I'm loud and proud, rolling into town A Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound E Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about A I love my country and I love my country A Up loud Interlude A G (Woo-ooh-ooh) A E I love my country up loud E A I'm talking way up loud [Verse 3] A I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd A And going out downtown when I'm with her E Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road A But damn sure nowhere close to the way that Chorus A I love my country, I love my country A Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky E We keep it funky, we like how it sounds A Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country A I'm loud and proud, rolling into town A Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound E Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about A I love my country and I love my country A Up loud Interlude A G Yeah, baby (Woo-ooh-ooh) A G E I love my country up loud E A G Yeah, way up loud Outro A That's a country-ass lick right there, boy