I grew up on Waylon, Willie and the Stones|Soundtrack to my life is a hillbilly song|Old boys like Merle, that man in black|Said what they wanted, never looked back|I tear up to ‘Crying In Time'|Me and Johnny fight to walk the line||I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots|I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots|Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak||We got redneck women driving ATV's|Wearing camo bikinis on CMT|I throw back a beer, I pledge allegiance to Hank|I'll take a little less pop, a lot more twang|Three cords and some down-home soul|Some things never grow old||I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots|I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots|Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak||[Instrumental]||Three cords and some down-home soul|Some things never grow old||I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots|I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots|Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak|