Wannabe

Original

Ain't nothing better than a back forty sunset.

Dirty-ass truck parked up in the drive.

Ain't a road 'round here we ain't run yet. Dog gone hunt and the fish gone fry.

Ooh, seen it happen to the best of 'em.

Ooh, spend one night in the country and they wanna spend the rest.

If I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen.

Same hat, same boots, same jeans.

Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything. I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call

Bulldog Country my home sweet home.

It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be. And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.

Lab truck, toolbox, Boondocks. Ice cold beer can, deer stand. John

Deere, Goodyears. 'Round here make a little lovin' in the pale moonlight.

Ooh, coulda wound up anywhere on the map.

Ooh, thank God right here's right where I'm at.

And if I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen.

Same hat, same boots, same jeans. Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything.

I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call Bulldog Country my home sweet home.

It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be. And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.

It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be.

If you wanna trade in your high tops and your Corolla for an F-450 and a pair of

Tecovas, can't blame you. 'Cause I'd do the same damn thing, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

If I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen. Same hat, same boots, same jeans.

Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything.

I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call Bulldog Country my home sweet home.

It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be.

And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.