Lyrics

[Verse 1] Born and raised on a backroad Speaker box and a cane pole Saturday, we were rebels But we were angels in church, amen Beat up boots on the front porch Rusty roots in the back forty Nothing's ever meant more to me Than that dirt Never givin' up, never turn it down Same back then as it is right now No matter where I'm at, man, I know, what? [Chorus] I got that old country soul That Boondocks swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Someday write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul [Interlude] How we doing on the balcony up therе? Tell 'em about it [Verse 2] I'm a blue ribbon on a PBR Countin' blеssings, countin' stars Memories in a mason jar that won't let me go Like an old guitar on a brand new song Just 'cause you leave, don't mean you're gone No matter where I'm at, man, I know Alright, let's hear you, Toronto [Chorus] I got that old country soul That Boondocks swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Someday write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul [Bridge] It's who I'll always be (I'll always be) It's every part of me It's my in bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road That front porch light that takes me home Hey, Ben, take it home, boy Get out of here, Benny Stand up, Ben Be careful Old country soul Ooh Old country soul [Chorus] I got that old country soul That Boondocks swag in my stroll Rock it wherever I roll That was almost really bad I got that old country I got that old country soul I wouldn't trade it for gold Someday write it on my stone I got that old country, old country soul I got that old country soul I got that old country, old country soul [Outro] Stop