He's Country

Walking down a dusty trail Leading his horse along You can hear the jingle of his spurs As he bellows out a song His boots are muddy and broken down His wranglers, worn and dusty He smiles and pushes his stetson lower Dreaming of the gal he's soon to see He's country, full of country From his hat down to his boots He's country, full of country Rockin' his southern roots The stars have been his blanket The open range, his bed There's a gorgeous sunset in the west As he pushes on ahead Although he loves this life he has He's been on the trail too long For nothing compares to the beauty Of the one he misses when he's gone He's honest. He's a family man He loves the Lord his maker He'd give up all for those he loves This cowboy, he's no faker He's country, full of country From his hat down to his boots He's country, full of country Rockin' his southern roots