You could say I’m just a good ‘ol boy
Dipped in the batter, country fried
Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camoflauge
A staunch defender of the right side
I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag
Under the shadow of the cross
Down where the colors never mixed too well
Some folks still mad ‘cuz the south lost
But I’m a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun
I may talk a little trash, but I don’t hate anyone
I love black people. I love brown people
I love muslims and jews, hindus and atheists too
Yes, I love everyone
I love gay people, I’m not afraid people
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone
My roots are buried in the georgia clay
They keep me well-grounded and strong
This little town off of the interstate
Is the only place I’ll ever call home
But I’ve been above the mason-dixon line
Flew across the ocean too
And I’ve seen god’s children everywhere I’ve been
And they love to laugh as much as we do
I’m careful of the pride that comes before the fall
I’m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall
It ain’t the corn bread or the collered greens
The sweet tea or the bar-b-que
The country music on your radio, it ain’t the gospel in the pew
It ain’t the boots, it ain’t the old blue jeans
The trucks, the tractors that we drive
It ain’t the guns, it ain’t the fishing poles, it ain’t the slower pace of life
It’s how we treat our neighbors treat our neighbors that makes us who we are
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone
