Blake Wood - Country Down Lyrics

Ain't got a clue what I
Would even do if I
Landed these boots in a 4 lane city
I ain't sophisticated
But I got an education
In Copenhagen and red words and whiskey
Ask me about jon boats and John Wayne
And cane poles and canebreaks and which way to the bar
'Cuz I got Country Down
I know my way around
Any dirt road to a honey hole
Don't worry about me
'Cuz I'll be kickin' up a country cloud of dust
In a lifted Chevrolet with a cold case right in the back seat
Blame it on a 4 generations in a small town
Ain't got it all figured out
But I got Country Down
I ain't got much to add about the price of gas
Or what's been goin' bad with them NASDAQ numbers
If you wanna see the stars I know a place to park
Don't worry about nothin' baby I got you covered
'Cuz I got Country Down
I know my way around
Any dirt road to a honey hole
Don't worry about me
'Cuz I'll be kickin' up a country cloud of dust
In a lifted Chevrolet with a cold case right in the back seat
Blame it on a 4 generations in a small town
Ain't got it all figured out
But I got Country Down
Down to a T out in BFE
I know that back forty like the back of my hand
Ask me about George Jones or George Foreman
Tin roofs when the rains pouring
Ole Red on a porch snoring
'Cuz I got Country Down
I know my way around
Any dirt road to a honey hole
Don't worry about me
'Cuz I'll be kickin' up a country cloud of dust
In a lifted Chevrolet with a cold case right in the back seat
Blame it on a 4 generations in a small town
Ain't got it all figured out
But I got Country Down
Down to a T out in BFE
I know that back forty like the back of my hand aw damn
I got Country Down