You're not supposed to say
the word "cancer" in a song
And tellin' folks jesus is the answer
can rub 'em wrong
It ain't hip to sing about tractors,
trucks, little towns, and mama,
yeah that might be true
But this is country music and we do

Do you like to drink
a cold one on the weekend,
and get a little loud
Do you wanna say I'm sorry or I love ya,
but you don't know how?
Do you wish somebody had the nerve
To tell that stupid boss of yours,
To shove it next time
he yells at you?
Well this is country music and we do.

So turn it on, turn it up,
and sing along
This is real,
this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music

Are you haunted by the echo
of your mother on the phone
Cryin as she tells you
that your brother is not coming home?
And if there's anyone that still
has pride and the memory of those.
That died defending
the old red, white, and blue,
This is country music and we do

So turn it on, turn it up, and sing a long
This is real; this is your life in a song
Just like a road that takes you home
Yeah this is right where you belong
This is country music
This is country music
You stop lovin her today
Hello dolly
God bless the usa
Amarillo by the morning
Stand by your man
Mamma drive
Take me home
I walk the line
So country boy can survive