Alabama sweet tea, brewing in the sun rays

I was just sixteen, bumping UGK

True spokes and white walls, kin folks and outlaws

And no tin roof, chained to my roots like a junkyard dog

It ain't always what it seems

Ain't no John Deere green

From the city to the backwoods

And I'm somewhere in between

That same old Bible Belt

Still holding up my stacks

I'm from the wrong side of the tracks

So my country doesn't look like that

Doesn't look like that

My country doesn't look like that

I'm just sitting outside

blurring the lines of the stereotypes

I'm just sitting outside

blurring the lines, blurring the lines, yeah

Tattoos and a six string, rapping about a bonfire

Running down a big dream, singing with the wrong choir

From a broken home, but I never felt alone

When I say I'm country, don't get me wrong

It ain't always what it seems

Ain't no John Deere green

From the city to the backwoods

And I'm somewhere in between

That same old Bible Belt

Still holding up my stacks

I'm from the wrong side of the tracks

So my country doesn't look like that

Doesn't look like that

My country doesn't look like that

I'm just sitting outside

blurring the lines of the stereotypes

I'm just sitting outside

blurring the lines, blurring the lines, yeah