All Pure Country

I eat eggs and I sop my gravy when the sun comes up
I drink my coffee black in the morning in a big old cup
I love my wife and I kiss my kids, I work hard to pay these bills
I keep stretching and somehow make enough to live

Well, I'm all pure country to the bone
I drive a truck and I work all day, a sweating on this farm
I play my radio way too loud
I do my running with the country crowd
Yeah, I'm all pure country to the bone

I take my corn bread cold in a glass of buttermilk
I put my K-Mart's on my boots and dad's old hat
I don't belong to the blue blood crowd
I own a dog that's a blue blood hound
I got the puppies sitting here beside me on the seat right now

I help my dear sweet mama tend a garden out back 'a their house
I go fishing every time I can with my kids and dad
I work a long old 12 hour day, a busting butts to pay my way
But I still go to church and I pray on the Sabbath day

Well, I'm all pure country to the bone
I drive a truck and I work all day, a sweating on this farm
I play my radio way too loud
I do my running with the country crowd
Yeah, I'm all pure country to the bone

I do my running with the country crowd
I play my radio way too loud
And I'm all pure country to the bone
Yeah, I'm all pure country to the bone