Lyrics

I'm for a small town staying small and deer hunting in the fall And I'm for Zebco 33s on sunny days And I'm for riding them no-name roads Out there where the green grass grows And I'm for waving at the man who's bailing hay And I'm for loving just one woman I'm for Sundays in the South I'm for people getting along And I'm for daddies hanging 'round I'm for "yes, ma'am," I'm for "yes, sir" I'm for opening the door Sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for And I'm for the blind kind of beers And I'm for concerts and drinking beers And I'm for people being who they want to be And I'm for the American working man And I'm for lending a helping hand And I'm for whiskey being made in Tennessee And I'm for loving just one woman I'm for Sundays in the South I'm for people getting along And I'm for daddies hanging 'round I'm for "yеs, ma'am," I'm for "yes, sir" I'm for opening the door Sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for Alright And I'm for small-town county shеriffs And I'm for football Friday nights I'm for family around the table And I'm for standing up for what's right I'm for loving just one woman I'm for Sundays in the South I'm for people getting along And I'm for daddies hanging 'round I'm for "yes, ma'am," I'm for "yes, sir" I'm for opening the door Sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for Oh, sorry, I ain't sorry, that's what I'm for