Summertime, Chicken Fried, Mama Tried

Country Boy, Country Boy Can Survive

Oh, Marina, My Maria, and My Amy

Outskirts Of Heaven and Sinners Like Me

Yeah, they might've lit a flame under these old boots

But they sure don't hold no candle to

A north wind blowin' through a patch of pines

Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime

Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin

Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren

Oh, oh

Strike up the fire, somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir

Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long

That's my favorite country song

Hound-dog howlin', tryna track it down

A straight pipes hummin', comin' back from town

Grease in thе skillet goin' pop, pop, pop

Nah, you can't find that on an old jukebox

It's a John Deere clеarin out a rye-grass row

If you don't come from it, then you probably don't know

Yeah, you probably don't know

'Bout a north wind blowin' through a patch of pines

Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime

Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin

Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren

Oh, oh

Strike up the fire, somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir

Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long

That's my favorite country song

Oh, hallelujah, I know it that the good Lord wrote it

For a good ol' boy like me

On the back porch, sippin' on a cold beer

Listen to some home-sweet harmony

'Bout a north wind blowin' through a patch of pines

Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime

Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin

Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren

Like, oh, oh

Strike up the fire, somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir

Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long

That's my favorite country song

Oh, I said, that's my favorite country song