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