Well, I got no exes in Texas,
But I got two in Colorado
I grew up in hand-me-downs,
Hands in the dirt of Grandad's garden
By the sea, no dreams to climb the corporate ladder,
Only trees
That's where I wrote my first poetry
Daddy, your hands grip the wheel,
My legs swing just shy of the floor
Back to back James Taylor sings us
From Mama's house to yours
Only Slim I knew was chance
We had no Cash, but made it work
Now I'mma set the record straight
Like George did first
I don't drive an F150,
But I love the open road
I don't got a hundred acres,
But I got a heart o' gold
Though I don't live life in plaid,
I live by common courtesy
And that's what country means
To me
Made my second home at Wazzu,
Spent our weekends hiking trails
And in Batesville, Indiana,
I got relations, born and raised
We play darts, 'n' cards 'n' cornhole
'N' drink and talk 'til three
And blood or not, got each other's back,
'Cause that's family
No I don't drive an F150
But I love the open road
I don't got a hundred acres
But I've got a heart o' gold
Though I don't live life in plaid,
I live by common courtesy
And that's what country means
To me
No I don't drive an F150
But I love the open road
I don't got a hundred acres
But I've got a heart o' gold
Though I don't live life in plaid,
I live by common courtesy
'Cause that's what country means
Oh, and someday when I'm older,
I'll want to plant my roots
'N' I'll bring back my grandad's garden
And I'll build my own roof
And I'll ride horseback 'cross the creek,
Own land, far as the eye can see,
'Cause that's what country means
To me
That's what country means
To me