I packed my only guitar in my Chevy Silverado
I drove down to the corner store, gassed up and headed North
Said goodbye to mom and pops, Church parking lots, roadblocks, and potholes
Left the name my mama gave me right there rocking on the porch
Whoa
I never seen so much concrete before
I ain't in the country no more
I got woke up this morning to a choir of singing sirens
I went out barefoot to watch 'em go by, cut my foot on sidewalk glass
Gave a hungry man a dollar, he was begging, he was crying
A little later on he was drinking on, a 40 in a paper sack
Whoa
I never been got like that before
I guess I ain't in the country no more
No, I ain't in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do, nobody here at all
No, hell yeah, hey y'all
But, oh, this raised on hard work boy's gonna live a dream till he dies
I wish I was, but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more
Go
I'm damn proud of my roots, my red wing boots and my blue collar
This chip here on my shoulder is a town I can't let down
Lord knows I ain't no Jesus but I'll proudly be the martyr
Spread the word about that nowhere place that makes the world go 'round
Whoa
I ain't in the country no more
No, I ain't in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do, nobody here at all
No, hell yeah, hey y'all
But, oh, this raised on hard work boy's gonna live a dream till he dies
I wish I was, but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more
Go
No, I ain't in the country no more
I ain't in the country no more
Go
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