Born and raised on a backroad
Speaker box and a canco
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 givin 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 Boondocks 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
Some day write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul
I'm a blue ribbon on a PBR
Countin and countin stars
Memories in a mason jar that won't let me go
Like an old guitar on 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 Boondocks 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
Some day write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul
It's who I'll always be
It's every part of me
It's my in bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road
That front porch light that takes me home
Old country soul
Old country soul
I got that old country soul
That Boondocks 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
Some day write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul
Yeah
I got that old country soul
Old country, old country soul
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