Lyrics

[Verse 1] Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans And he struts around the stage like he's the coolest thing you've ever seen [Break] Oh, you gotta love him [Verse 2] He looks like a supermodel and knows how to strike a pose And he don't mind the makeup as long as no one knows And he's got that crooked grin and talks with a southern draw Acts like Toby Keith but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw [Chorus] But if he's country I'll kiss your ass Throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash He's the same ol' shit in a slightly different bag, aww yeah buddy Oh, but if he's country well then country's pretty bad [Verse 3] I don't watch CMT, naw that shit makes me sick And that ol' Kenny Chesney, what a hypocrite He'll swear he's country, but lives in the Caribbean Sings all about the islands now, well what happened to the Tennesseean? [Chorus] Oh if he's country I'll kiss your ass Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash He's all about image 'cause image pays the bucks Aw, but if he's country well then country really sucks [Bridge] What happened to the outlaws Who weren't afraid to cross the line? What happened to the working man Who sang the truth about their troubled lives? [Verse 4] I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around And he taught me all the good stuff That solid country gold, but now I love it all, from hip-hop to rock and roll [Chorus] And if I ain't country, well I don't give a damn My daddy taught me to be my own kinda man He said "Son you don't have to go along with the crowd, aw" So if I ain't country well I'm pretty frickin proud Oh well I don't need their labels anyhow Woo