Yeah Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop Boots ain't never seen easy street Where Skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as the star drops Roots run deep in this family tree Ooh-ooh Bust your ass, still won't make a killin' Ooh-ooh It's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin' From the red, white, and blue Flying high out the farm To the blue crocket stood on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom There's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut Till the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin' I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pinebox Sure as hell ain't scared to go I'm a hardheaded God-fearin' man from the boon docks Chisel that shit on my cobble head stone Ooh-ooh Bible and an almanac up on the shelf Ooh-ooh Daddy prayed for rain, mama paid for me to stay out of hell From the red, white, and blue Flying high out the farm To the blue crocket stood on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom There's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut Till the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin' Woo Ooh-ooh Bapitzie me where the water's real muddy Ooh-ooh Wash me clean, still come up country From the red, white, and blue Flying high out the farm To the blue crocket stood on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom There's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut Till the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin' Or die tryin'