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
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