Go To A Whole New League Go To A Whole New League A World You've Never Seen Before People talkin' bout what is and what ain't country What gives them a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots? Is it the size of your tires and your fires or your wild-ass buddies? Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth You can be a cowboy on the Texas plain Or a plowboy waitin' on the rain We're all a little different, but we're all the same Everybody doin' their own thing I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve On an old cab tractor haulin' in bales Backin' in boats, fishin' rimlines Runnin' bird dogs through the Georgia pines Stepside covered down in peanut dust Friday night spotlight and that was us It might not have been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes your country Does it run in your blood? Did it come from your daddy and mama? Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio that feels so right? Did you lock eyes with a little green-eyed girl from Jackson? Tell me what got you, I just gotta know Me, I got my Sunday learnin' in a live-oak church Silver queen corn in the backyard dirt Waitin' for the fall to finally come along So I can *** my gun and get my outside on Stepside covered down in peanut dust Friday night spotlight and that was us It might not have been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes your country Might be from a city or a little farm town Whatever kind of square that you drove around Do you wear it on your sleeve or keep it deep down? You know you gotta let it out I got my dirt road cred back when I was twelve On an old cab tractor haulin' in bales Backin' in boats, fishin' limb lines Runnin' bird dogs through them Georgia pines Stepside covered down in peanut dust Friday night spotlight and that was us It might not have been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes your country Whatever makes your country You do your kind of country They do their kind of country I do my kind of country Whatever makes this country