My Country

Alabama sweet tea brewin in the sun rays
I was just 16 bumpin UGK
Truespokes and white walls kinfolks and outlaws
An old tin roof chains in 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 holdin 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 sittin outside blurrying the lines of the stereotypes
I'm just sittin outside blurrying the line
Blurrying the lines
Yeah
Tattoos and a six string rapping bout a bonfire
Runnin down a big dream singing with the wrong choir
From a broken home but I never felt alone
When I say I'm country I 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 holdin 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 sittin outside blurrying the lines of the stereotypes
I'm just sittin outside blurrying the line
Blurrying the lines
Yeah