I was setting up for a gig
In this little country bar
This old boy in the corner watched me
Tune up my guitarHe said, "What kinda music do you play, hoss?
I play some myself"
He said, "I sure hope it's country
These days it's hard for me to tell"You can talk to me about tractors
Cowboy boots and pickup trucks
Ol' cane poles and dirt roads
And spittin' Skoal in a Dixie cupYou can tell me about your grandpa
And how he turned you onto Hank
If you gotta tell me how country you are
You probably ain'tHe said, country is a way of life
That's almost gone
It's more than the clothes you wear
Or how you sing a songIt's about being honest
And working hard
Looking someone in the eye
Being who you say you areYeah, you can talk to me about tractors
Cowboy boots and pickup trucks
Ol' cane poles and dirt roads
And spittin' Skoal in a Dixie cupYou can tell me all about your grandpa
And how he turned you onto Hank
If you gotta tell me how country you are
You probably ain'tYou can tell me all about your grandpa
And how he turned you onto Hank
But if you gotta tell me how country you are
You probably ain'tIf you gotta tell me how country you are
You know what? You probably ain't, hoss