I grew up on Waylon, Willie and the StonesnSoundtrack to my life is a hillbilly songnOld boys like Merle, that man in blacknSaid what they wanted, never looked backnI tear up to “Crying In Time”nMe and Johnny fight to walk the linennChorusnI still drive a pickup, I still wear bootsnI grew up country, I’m proud of my rootsnRed, white and blue are the colors I bleednI’m a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freaknnWe got redneck women driving ATV’snWearing camo bikinis on CMTnI throw back a beer, I pledge allegiance to HanknI’ll take a little less pop, a lot more twangnThree cords and some down-home soulnSome things never grow oldnnI still drive a pickup, I still wear bootsnI grew up country, I’m proud of my rootsnRed, white and blue are the colors I bleednI’m a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freaknnInstrumentalnnThree cords and some down-home soulnSome things never grow oldnnI still drive a pickup, I still wear bootsnI grew up country, I’m proud of my rootsnRed, white and blue are the colors I bleednI’m a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak