Blake Shelton: Stay Country or Die Tryin'

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop
Boots ain’t ever seen easy street
Where a skeeter gets slapped ‘bout as fast a star drops
Roots run deep in this family tree
Oooo bust your ass, still won’t make a killing
Oooo it’s a lifestyle, it ain’t a livin’

From the red, white and blue flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom there’s a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God we trust
Detroit we rust
Redneck letter testifying
From the born in the cut
‘Til the day that I’m dust
I’mma stay country or die tryin’

I don’t do much thinking ‘bout time in a pine box
Sure as hell ain’t scared to go
I’m a hardheaded God fearing man from the boondocks
Chisel that shit on my cobble headstone

Oooo Bible and an almanac up on the shelf
Oooo daddy prayed for rain
Momma prayed for me to stay out of hell

From the red, white and blue flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom there’s a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God we trust
Detroit we rust
Redneck letter testifying
From the born in the cut
‘Til the day that I’m dust
I’mma stay country or die tryin’

Oooo baptize me where the waters real muddy
Oooo wash me clean still come up country

From the red, white and blue flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom there’s a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God we trust
Detroit we rust
Redneck letter testifying
From the born in the cut
‘Til the day that I’m dust
I’mma stay country or die tryin’
Or die tryin’