Stay Country or Die Tryin’ Lyrics

Stay Country or Die Tryin’ Lyrics

Yeah

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop

Boots ain't never seen easy street

Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as a 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 at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud 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

'Til 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 boondocks

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 at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud 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

'Til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Woo

Ooh-ooh

Baptize me where the water's real muddy

Ooh-ooh

Wash me clean, still come up country

From the red, white, and blue

Flying high at the farm

To the Boone and Crockett stud 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

'Til the day that I'm dust

I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Or die tryin'