Kind of a regional song for Northwest rednecks
Lyrics
Country To The Core
I ainaa‚¬a„¢t never lived in Georgia, but I hear tell itaa‚¬a„¢s nice
I wasnaa‚¬a„¢t raised in Tennessee, sounds like paradise
And the meadows of Kentucky where the Shawnee used to roam
Itaa‚¬a„¢s a real nice place to visit, bur itaa‚¬a„¢s never been my home
But I live in the USA, and let me tell you son
They call the whole dang thing a country where I come from
CHORUS
I love the sound of a dusty dobro and a pedal steel guitar
I love tearing down the backroads in a jacked up muscle car
Thereaa‚¬a„¢s a tractor in my driveway and a hound dog by the door
Iaa‚¬a„¢m a million miles from Nashville, but Iaa‚¬a„¢m country to the core
Iaa‚¬a„¢m out in western Washington playing football in the rain
In the panhandle of Idaho, praying for my grain
Iaa‚¬a„¢m making love by moonlight aa‚¬Ëœneath a big Montana sky
You southern boys know how to rock, well brother so do I
I all about the things I love, not counties or state lines
If you hang with me a while youaa‚¬a„¢re gonna have yourself a time
CHORUS 2
I love the sound of a dusty dobro and a pedal steel guitar
I love tearing down the backroads in a jacked up muscle car
And Iaa‚¬a„¢d die for my wife and family, and Jesus Christ my Lord
Iaa‚¬a„¢m a million miles from Nashville, but Iaa‚¬a„¢m country to the core
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Every corner of this land, thataa‚¬a„¢s where we can be found
Good aa‚¬Ëœol boys with redneck roots who love to lay it down
CHORUS 3
We love the sound of a dusty dobro and a pedal steel guitar
We love tearing down the backroads in jacked up muscle cars
Weaa‚¬a„¢re red and blue, weaa‚¬a„¢re me and you, weaa‚¬a„¢re rich and weaa‚¬a„¢re dirt poor
A million miles from Nashville, but country to the core
