"Country Alone" lyrics

When your buddy says he's 'bout to hit the honey hole
You grab your tackle box full of bait and fishing pole
'Cause friends don't let friends country alone
When your brother says he's 'bout to go and kick some dust
You climb your butt on up into his pick-up truck
'Cause friends don't let friends country alone

And when your cousin pulls out a little apple pie
You tip that moonshine jar back a couple times

They put their blue jeans, cowboy boots, and old ball caps on
Turn that '90s Alabama up and sing along
Grab the .30-06, bring the John Deere tractor
Out there to the pasture
They pop the dip in, dig their hands in the same Dixie dirt
Pull an all-damn-nighter putting in some work
Right down to the country bone
'Cause friends don't let friends country alone

When your buddy says his girl broke his heart
You go shot-for-shot with him at the bar
'Cause friends don't let friends country alone
When you see your friends 'bout to throw some hands
You try to stay out of it long as you can
Friends don't let friends country alone

They put their blue jeans, cowboy boots, and old ball caps on
Turn the '90s Alan Jackson up and sing along
Grab a .308, bring the John Deere tractor out there to the pasture
They pop the dip in, dig their hands in the same Dixie dirt
Pull an all-damn-nighter putting in some work
Right down to the country bone
'Cause friends don't let friends country alone

Yes, country boys will always survive
Especially when we got another one of us along for the ride

They put their blue jeans, cowboy boots, and old ball caps on
Turn the '90s Shenandoah up and sing along
Bring the .30-30 lever action, John Deere tractor
Out there to the pasture
They pop the dip in, dig their hands in the same Dixie dirt
Pull an all-damn-nighter putting in some work
Right down to the country bone
'Cause friends don't let friends country alone