Corey Smith - If That's Country lyrics

Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart. Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans, And he struts around the stage like he's the coolest thing you've ever seen. Oh you gotta love him! He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose And he don't mind the makeup, as long as no one knows. And he's got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl, Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw But if he's country I'll kiss your a**, And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash. He's the same old sh** in a slightly different bag, But if he's country, well then country's pretty bad. I don't watch CMT Naw that sh** makes me sick. And that ole Kenny Chesney, What a hypocrite. He'll swear he's country, But he lives in the Caribbean. Sings all about the islands now, What happened to the Tennessean Aw if he's country ill kiss your a** Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash He's all about image cuz image pays the bucks, Aw but if he's country, well then country really s**s. What happened to the outlaws, Who weren't afraid to cross the line. What happened to the workin' man, Who sang the truth about their troubled lives. I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town. And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around. And he taught me all the good stuff, That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll And to thank country, well I don't give a damn My daddy taught me to be own kinda man He said "Son you don't have to go along with the crow" So if I ain't country then I'm pretty frickin proud Oh Well I don't need their labels anyhow