"Country Music" lyrics

Got all I need with these two hands
Raise my kids and work this land
Just like my granddad did before
Some days are good, some days are bad
We still work hard for what we have
We still give thanks to the man upstairs
All we need is a John Deere and a prayer

Ain't no pop in my country
I might talk a little bit funny
These boots are worn out like these old blue jeans
And I love Merle Haggard
My roots they ain't all scattered
They're planted in this ground and they run deep
They don't play country music these days on the radio
They don't write songs for good old boys like me

The sun beats down and the day is long
Some days it feels like I'm always gone
That's the price I pay to pay my bills
One mile closer I'm almost home
Three more miles down Old Oohn's road
I can smell mama's cooking on the stove
This hard working life is all we know

Ain't no pop in my country
I might talk a little bit funny
These boots are worn out like these old blue jeans
And I love Merle Haggard
My roots they ain't all scattered
They're planted in this ground and they run deep
They don't play country music these days on the radio
They don't write songs for good old boys like me

I wish they'd play country music
These days on the radio

Ain't no pop in my country
I might talk a little bit funny
These boots are worn out like these old blue jeans
And I love Merle Haggard
My roots they ain't all scattered
They're planted in this ground and they run deep
They don't play country music these days on the radio
They don't write songs for good old boys like me

I still love you country music