Hey, let's go. Out here ain't nothing but wood and water, drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber, drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle, how the good Lord intended it. I love my country, I love my country, six strings and pedals, a ski from Kentucky, we keep it funky, we like how it sounds, Monday to Sunday, I love my country, up loud and proud, rolling into town, hanging out the window like a blue tick hound, ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about, I love my country, and I love my country up loud. That's right. Barbecue, steak fry, styrofoam plate date night, George Stray singing great swine, we turning up sitting lakeside, that pedal still, she straight sliding overhead of me, she do that Alabama shake like you ain't never seen. I love my country, I love my country, six strings and pedals, a ski from Kentucky, we keep it funky, we like how it sounds, Monday to Sunday, I love my country, up loud and proud, rolling into town, hanging out the window like a blue tick hound, ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about, I love my country, and I love my country up loud. Oh yeah. I like pop and rock and rap, I like Skinner, and going out downtown when I'm with her, like driving too fast down a four lane road, but damn sure nowhere close to the way that I love my country, I love my country, six strings and pedals, a ski from Kentucky, we keep it funky, we like how it sounds, Monday to Sunday, I love my country, up loud and proud, rolling into town, hanging out the window like a blue tick hound, ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about, I love my country, and I love my country up loud. Oh yeah. I love my country up loud. Yeah, way up loud. Let's go boys!