Karaoké What Makes You Country Luke Bryan

People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain't country

What gives 'em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots

Is it the size of your tires and your fires or your wild ass buddies?

Well give me a minute

Let me hit you with some hometown truth

You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain

Or a plowboy waitin' on the rain

We're all a little different but we're all the same

Everybody doin' their own thing

I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve

On a no cab tractor hauling 'em bales

Backing in boats fishing limb lines

Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines

Step side covered down in peanut dust

Friday night spotlight that was us

It might not have been you but I can't judge

Just be proud of what makes you country

Does it run in your blood?

Did it come from your daddy and mama?

Where you converted by an

Alabama song on the radio?

That feels so right

Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?

Tell me what got ya?

I just gotta know

Me I got my Sunday learning in a live-oak church

Silver Queen corn in the backyard dirt

Waiting for the fall to finally come along

So I can grab my gun and get my outside on

Step side covered down in peanut dust

Friday night spotlight that was us

It might not have been you but I can't judge

Just be proud of what makes you country

Might be from a city or a little farm town

Whatever kind of square that you drove around

Do you wear it on your sleeve or keep it deep down?

You know you gotta let it out

I got my dirt road cred back when I was twelve

On a no cab tractor hauling 'em bales

Backing in boats fishing limb lines

Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines

Step side covered down in peanut dust

Friday night spotlight that was us

It might not have been you but I can't judge

Just be proud of what makes you country

Whatever makes you country

You do your kinda country

They doing they kind of country

I do my kind of country

Whatever makes us country