Chelee Brewer - Thank God For Our Country Lyrics

Just an old broke down pick up
Parked in the drive
With the kid on a swing set
Saying, Mama, not too high

There's a hound dog sleeping
On the old wrap around
And the crickets are chirping
As the birds make their sound

And I'm where I'm supposed to be
Right here with my friends and family
I could've chose a different life

But this life chose me
Stay true, be you, and you'll see
We're all just little bit country
Thank God for our country

There's a pie in the oven
That fills the whole air
With the sweetest smell you'll ever smell
In the country round here

Every Friday night we cheering
For the home football team
And the radio's blasting
A little Jason Aldean

And I'm where I'm supposed to be
Right here with my friends and family
I could have chosen a different life
But this life chose me

Stay true, be you, and you'll see
We're all just little bit country
Thank God for our country
Stay true, be you, and you'll see

We're all just little bit country
Thank God for our country
Thank God for our country
Thank God for our country