I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin' spittin' huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God


I was gasin' up the other day
And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate

From Ohio I thought of good lord he's lost
From his wranglers to his boots
He reminded me of Chris LeDoux

And that Copenhagen smile

Country must be country wide

In every state
There's a station
Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon

In foreign cars and four wheel drives

There's cowboys and hillbillies

From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide


It ain't where
It's how you live

We weren't raised to take
We were raised to give
The shirt off our back

To anyone in need

We bow our heads before we eat

Before we start our day
Before we fall asleep
'Cause in god we trust and we believe

And we see what's wrong
And we know what's right


And ol' Hank he said it all
When he said country folks can survive
There ain't no doubt in my mind

Country must be country wide