When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
My back is always breaking, my dogs are always barking
My money has trouble making and my truck has trouble starting
I'm up before the sun, either hauling hay or hunting
My work ain't ever done, but son, I wouldn't trade it for nothing
So when I die I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
Yeah, if y'all ain't in my drawl and a fish ain't on my wall
And the whiskey don't burn going down
My feet ain't in a holler, and blue ain't on my collar
Leave my Hank-cranking, beer-drinking ass in the ground
Yeah, when I die I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
When I die I wanna come back as a country boy
Live on this land like my old man did before me
I don't wanna be born into money, where the boots don't ever get muddy
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
When I die I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
Yeah, a country boy's all that I know how to be
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