Hey Country Lyrics

Shotguns, halter tops A fire bird from a chop shop A six pack, ice cold Bud, screaming at the cop “Hey, need another cold one”
Can't you see, can't you see What that woman been doing to me
Well, that's Jay in the backseat Marshall Tucker cranking on the CD Never could sing [Incomprehensible] He's a hick, just like me
Hey country, fresh off the farm Hey country, look at that cowboy hat Hey country, everybody, everybody, everybody sing Oh, oh, oh, oh, check it out
A small town, busted dreams Turned eighteen, joined the marines Get a crew cut, a tattoo Tell your girlfriend you'll be right back
Give or take a war or two, boot camp, push ups You get a gun and you muscle up I don't know but I've been told I don't know but I've been told
Hey country, fresh off the farm Hey country, look at that cowboy hat Hey country, everybody, everybody, everybody sing Oh, oh, oh, oh
Two years an ex wife later I got a job patching up radiators And the occasional fuel pump Saving up, moving to the city
There I was working on a Tuesday When a fire bird showing his age Pulled up to the middle bay What you know, it's Jay
Hey country, fresh off the farm Hey country, look at that cowboy hat Hey country, everybody, everybody, everybody sing Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hey country