Let's Get Country

Duration

4:04

Genres

Country

Description

Lyrics

Two bare feet in the summertime sun, And a cooler full of somethin' cold I'm headed down to the river bank shade, Gotta date with a fishing pole Painted blue sky and the wind is softly singing through the Willow trees If you wanna get lazy, where they're biting like crazy Come on along with me Let's get country Hey, let's get country Well now, country is a place, it's a state of mind And it's a good ol' country song It's fine country livin', it's hunting and a fishing It's the only life that I've known It's good people, a church house steeple Full of Sunday go to meeting folks And it's a late night bonfire party on the levee With your friends and your honey you’re huggin' on Now look at you, all wrapped up in the world that's runnin' off and leaving you Well ain't it high time to redefine and kick your shoes across the room Let's Get Country I wanna feel an old dirt road underneath my feet Let's Get Country Where the blacktop ends and the middle of nowhere meets Let's Get Country Oh there's no other place I guarantee in this world that I'd rather be Come on, let's get country Now city boys and city girls, well you know I ain't leaving you out Jump up from your desk, load your SUV and justa head on outta town You need a place to hang your game face, you've been wearing to work all week I bet you find your groove, in an inner tube, floating down a long and winding creek Look here, you ain't doing no livin', if making a livin' is all that do And that cool spring water is waitin' over yonder to wash away your blues Let's get country I'm soakin’ up sunrays, Mother Nature’s at the controls Let's get country Feet draggin' in the water, minnows nibblin' on my toes Let's get country Oh there's no other place I guarantee in this world that I'd rather be Come on, let’s get country Well now maybe you were raised in New York City, In a penthouse on the top floor Or deep down in the land of cotton, Eatin' watermelon in the turn row Either way, there's at least a little country somewhere in your family tree So whether Rebels, Yanks, Or California cool You're all rednecks to me Let's get country I wanna feel an old dirt road underneath my feet Let's get country Where the blacktop ends and the middle of nowhere meets Let's get country Oh there's no other place I guarantee in this world that I'd rather be Come on, let's get country Yeah, let's get country Come on, let's get country Yeah, let's get country Come on!