Country boy

I'm a country boy, i can't hide the truth.
No fancy mp3 player, got no cellular blue tooth.

I got my boots, and i got my hat.
Drive a ford, not an old Cadillac.

With some buddies, to the lake we go.
Beers in our hand, good ol country soul.

Good ol farmers field, that good ol fresh air.
Checking out Debbie sue, with that curly blond hair.

So when i go to bed, to god i thank and pray.
For making me a country boy, there ain't no other way.