"Country Country" lyrics

Another high-rise on the outskirts
Makin' all that hard hat noise
They got the concrete creepin' like a cottonmouth sneakin' too close for a good ol' boy
They turned a two to a four to a six lane
Turnin' barbed wire into walls
I'm just a cold-beer-drinkin' redneck, but I'm thinkin' I might know a way to fix it all

I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down
Turn every too-big city to a small town
Put all them slicks in the sticks
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand
If it was up to me
I'd make the whole damn country country

I'm talkin' suppertime growin' in the backyard
Mandatory porch rockin' chairs
Make everybody work hard for their money so
Nobody goes and robs somebody for theirs
Saturday night, burn the fire like a sip off the 'shine
Sunday, sing a hymn, catch a brim on the line
Every map would be a bunch of dots
If it was my redneck ass callin' the shots

I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down
Turn every too-big city to a small town
Put all them slicks in the sticks
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand
If it was up to me
I'd make the whole damn country country

Next time you lock your doors
Or when you gotta drive half an hour out of town to see a star up in the sky
Sittin' in traffic, catching hell from your boss
Tell me we wouldn't be better off

I'd take a, a wreckin' ball, knock it all down
Turn every too-big city to a small town
Put all them slicks in the sticks
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
But what if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand
If it was up to me
I'd make the whole damn country country