Mark Kelley - I'm Country Lyrics

Well, I was born where the cotton grows about knee high
And those cornfields line up in a row
And just down the street from that old wildflower patch
On up to where them honeysuckles grow

Me and my buddies would meet down by the river
Have a cold beer and a night to remember
And the sound of rocks on an old dirt road
And the sound of Hank on the radio

The taste of the southern bells kiss on my lips
And the sound of boots on an old dance floor
And the sound of my trunks squeaking ole door
The taste of a cold beer after a long day's work

Am I country
Well, I'm pretty damn sure
Well, I got that truck when I turned seventeen
Yeah, my country self, I thought I knew everything

And then I met that sweet little southern bell
She was gonna be my wife, yeah, I could tell
And then she asked me what I wanted to do
And I said, remember the night where the buddies and me and you

And the sound of rocks on an old dirt road
And the sound of Hank on the radio
The taste of the southern bells kiss on my lips
And the sound of boots on an old dance floor

And the sound of my trunks squeaking ole door
The taste of a cold beer after a long day's work
Am I country
Well, I'm pretty damn sure

Well, I can tell that I'm country
Cause I fall asleep to the whiperwill
And after a long day's work I have a cold beer
And listen to the sound of rocks on an old dirt road

And the sound of Hank on the radio
The taste of the southern bells kiss on my lips
The sound of boots on an old dance floor
And the sound of my trunks squeaking ole door

The taste of a cold beer after a long day's work
Am I country
Well, I'm pretty damn sure
Well, I'm pretty damn sure

Well, I'm pretty damn sure
Oh, yeah