I'm just a good ol' boy from virginia
Where the smell of tobacco, still hangs in the barn
The house I grew up in, mama sang church hymns
While I hid and played free bird on daddy's guitar
I learned to put my trust in a good pair of boots
And I ain't ashamed of my down home roots

Call me country
It runs deep in my bones
My hearts in the holler
The fields in my soul
There's a piece of my past down every dirt road
It's my home, aw yea
Call me country

I remember granddaddy
How we'd talk about that oak tree
Six generations too strong to fall down
And you ought to see the sunset
When it touches the red dirt
How it burns like a brush fire before it goes down
This piece of land will always carry my last name
When asked who I am with pride I would say

Call me country
It runs deep in my bones
My hearts in the holler
The fields in my soul
There's a piece of my past down every dirt road
It's my home, aw yea
Call me country

Call me country
It runs deep in my bones
My hearts in the holler
The fields in my soul
There's a piece of my past down every dirt road
It's my home, oh
Call me country, yea
Call me country