Country 'til I'm Dead lyrics - Chase Rice

You can take, your high dollar style

Shove it up your ass, ya that'd make me smile

You look real cute with your gelled up hair

C'mon city boy, it's time that you grow a pair

You can'ave the keys to that Porsche I see

I'll just sit with pride, right here in my Chevy

Made in the U S A

I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots

Still hold on to my country roots

Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm 

Born and raised on a Florida farm

I love my Garth and old George Strait

Ya I'll fish with real live bait

I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred

And I'll be country 'till I'm dead

I'll take my girl out in the sticks

Yes I do love Carolina chicks

And I point my gun at a ten point buck

And I throw that hoss right there in the bed of my truck

Hell yes I do love my sweet tea

But every now and then, I need my Jack D

Gotta love the American way

I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots

Still hold on to my country roots

Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm 

Born and raised on a Florida farm

I love my Garth and old George Strait

Ya I'll fish with real live bait

I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred

And I'll be country 'till I'm dead