Born and raised on a backroad
Speaker box and a can, cold
Saturday we were rebels
But we were angels in church
Beat-up boots on the front porch
Rusty roots in the back forty
Nothing's ever meant more to me than that dirt

Never give it up, never turn it down
Same back then as it is right now
No matter where I'm at, man, I know

I got that old country soul
That boondock swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
I got that old country
I got that old country soul
I wouldn't trade it for gold
Someday write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul

I'm a blue ribbon on a PBR
Countin' blessings, countin' stars
Memories in a mason jar
That won't let me go

Like an old guitar in a brand new song
Just 'cause you leave don't mean you're gone
No matter where I'm at, man, I know

I got that old country soul
That boondock swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
I got that old country
I got that old country soul
I wouldn't trade it for gold
Someday write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul

It's who I'll always be (who I'll always be)
It's every part of me (soul)
It's in my bones, my comfort zone, that gravel road
That front porch light that takes me home

(Woo)
(Soul) whoa (still got it)
Old country soul (still got that)
(Soul, yeah)
(Everyone wanna sing now)
(Old country soul)

I got that old country soul
That boondock swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
I got that old country
I got that old country soul
I wouldn't trade it for gold
Someday write it on my stone
I got that old country, old country soul, yeah

(I got that) old country soul (still got that)
(Soul) that ain't ever gonna change
I got that old country, old country soul