Old Country Soul

Born and raised on a backroad Speaker box and a can, cold Saturday we were rebels But we were angels in church Beat-up boots on the front porch Rusty roots in the back forty Nothing's ever meant more to me than that dirt Never give it up, never turn it down Same back then as it is right now No matter where I'm at, man, I know I got that old country soul That boondock swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Someday write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul I'm a blue ribbon on a PBR Countin' blessings, countin' stars Memories in a mason jar That won't let me go Like an old guitar in a brand new song Just 'cause you leave don't mean you're gone No matter where I'm at, man, I know I got that old country soul That boondock swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Someday write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul It's who I'll always be (who I'll always be) It's every part of me (soul) It's in my bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road That front porch light that takes me home Old country soul (still got that) (Soul, yeah) (Everyone wanna sing now) (Old country soul) I got that old country soul That boondock swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Someday write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul, yeah that ain't ever gonna change I got that old country, old country soul