My Country Song

I grew up on a two-lane road with a four-way stop no sign or traffic light

Cornfields growing green and tall

Everywhere you look gives new meaning to a country mile

I ain't never been part of a rodeo

I'm just a boy from south Ohio

Let me tell you a little something about the way we roll

No horse riding or cattle driving

Yeah this is my country song

I climb up in my four wheel drive with my nine mil pistol sitting on my side

We headed west on one hundred and ninety-nine

We'll try to keep it in between the yellow lines