Country As They Come

This idea actually came to me last summer...well...the story in the first verse. I was at a bar for a Justin Moore concert, having a good time. After the show, I started talking to this city-cowboy...you know, the ones who buy a straw hat and a pair of boots and call themselves country. Well, we started talking and he started basically making fun of the guys I had gone to the concert with. He said they weren't country, and that it was all just an act. Well, he was cute, but not cute enough for me to hold back. You should've seen the look in his eyes when I explained that my friends and I grew up in a small town down the road. That they are in the army and that I break horses for a living. That we go fishing, that we like to shoot guns, and that we all drive trucks. Needless to say, I walked away after that point. But my little lecture has always stuck in the back of my mind. So, today I decided it was time to put it in a song.

Country As They Come

© 2011 Chelsey Sears

Last night I dressed up for a show downtown

After the band was done, I was hanging around

When a tall brown eyed man headed my way

We talked about the weather and politics

When I asked what he thought about the music

He shook his head "I can't stand the twang"

"That backwoods, backwards way of life

Well it's always rubbed me wrong"

I don't think he was ready for my answer

When he asked me what I thought

I grew up on a dead end gravel road

In a house my daddy built when I was two years old

Drank my first beer when I was sixteen

At a bonfire party down by the creek

I make my living sweating bullets in the summer sun

I'm country as they come

While I was in Nashville, I took a stroll

Up and down a street they call music row

Met a gentleman in a suit, who offered me advice

He said "you've got to be able to tug at the heart

From the moment that first verse starts

For a few hundred bucks, I'll help you get it right"

I said "Sorry mister, thanks for the offer

But I don't need no help

I've got twenty two years of first hand

Experience under my belt

I broke my back three years ago

When I took a shot at breakin' that colt

I like to head to the bar after work

But no matter how late I'm out, I always make it to church

I've got my own rifle and my own shotgun

I'm country as they come

You can love me, or you can hate me

But whatever you do, don't try to change me

'Cause I grew up on a dead end gravel road

In a house my daddy built when I was two years old

Where I come from, around eighteen

The boys go off to fight over seas

We know how to drive tractors, and we all own trucks

We're country as they come

I'm country as they come