call me country

i'm just a good ol' boy from virginia

where the smell of tobacco

still hangs in the barn

the house i grew up in

mama sang church hymns

while i hid and played free bird on daddy's guitar

i learned to put my trust in a good pair of boots

and i ain't ashamed of my down home roots

call me country

it runs deep in my bones

my hearts in the holler

the fields in my soul

there's a piece of my past down every dirt road

it's my home

aw yea

call me country

i remember granddaddy

how we'd talk about that oak tree

six generations too strong to fall down

and you ought to see the sunset

when it touches the red dirt

how it burns like a brush fire before it goes down

this piece of land will always carry my last name

when asked who i am with pride i would say

call me country

it runs deep in my bones

my hearts in the holler

the fields in my soul

there's a piece of my past down every dirt road

it's my home

aw yea

call me country

call me country

it runs deep in my bones

my hearts in the holler

the fields in my soul

there's a piece of my past down every dirt road

it's my home

oh

call me country

yea

call me country