Corey Smith - If That's Country

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. 



Oh you gotta love him! 



He looks like a super model, 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 drawl, 

Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw 



But if he’s country I’ll kiss your ass, 

And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash. 

He’s the same old shit in a slightly different bag, 

But if he’s country, well then country’s pretty bad. 



I don’t watch CMT 

Naw that shit makes me sick. 

And that ole Kenny Chesney, 

What a hypocrite. 



He’ll swear he’s country, 

But he lives in the Caribbean. 

Sings all about the islands now, 

What happened to the Tennessean 



Aw if he’s country ill kiss your ass 

Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash 

He’s all about image cuz image pays the bucks, 

Aw but if he’s country, well then country really sucks. 



What happened to the outlaws, 

Who weren’t afraid to cross the line. 

What happened to the workin’ man, 

Who sang the truth about their troubled lives. 



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 



And to thank country, well I don’t give a damn 

My daddy taught me to be own kinda man 

He said “Son you don’t have to go along with the crowd” aw 

So if I ain’t country then I’m pretty frickin proud 

Oh Well I don’t need their labels anyhow








		
			



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