Lyrics Emerson Drive – Country People

If you wonder why I walk this way
Why I talk this way
Why I never trade my truck back in
Why I cover up my barn with tin

I come from country people
No need to hate me, I’m a
Direct descendant of some dust bowl babies, little
Salt of the earth, mixed with
Sunshine and diesel, yeah
Thank God I came from country people

We’re boots in the dirt
We’re dots on a map
We’re denim blue
Tried and true
Damn good country people

Why my piece of heaven is a piece of land
The shake of a hand is really all you need
To get something bought
When you pay cash like your daddy taught
Why a good time is a good girl
On a slow drive in a moonshine
Beer in a can, I’m a simple man
I am the way I am

‘Cause I come from country people
No need to hate me, I’m a
Direct descendant of some dust bowl babies, little

We’re boots in the dirt
We’re dots on a map
We’re denim blue
Tried and true
Damn good country people

I come from country people, yeah
No need to hate me, I’m a
Direct descendant of some dust bowl babies, little
Salt of the earth, mixed with
Sunshine and diesel, yeah
Thank God I came from country people

We’re beer in the air
We’re chairs in the grass
Staying for as long
As a fire would last
Yeah we’re boots in the dirt
We’re dots on a map
We’re denim blue
Tried and true
Damn good country people
Thank God for country people

(Why my piece of heaven is a piece of land
The shake of a hand is really all you need
To get something bought)
Thank God for country people