Country By The Grace Of God - Chris Cagle

Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town

The cows are fed and the plowin’s all been done

Moon light, fireflies, beer on the bank by the riverside

We’re gonna have ourselves a little fun

Dancin' on the tailgates and raisin' a little cain

Rockin' in the pastures and rollin' in the hay

It’s the life I love

And I’m gonna live it 'til they bury me

I can’t get enough of dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things

And I take pride in everything I’ve got

'Cause I’m American-born and country by the grace of God

I don’t need no Cadillacs, you can’t put no hay bails in the back

It won’t cross a creek or tow no heavy load

I don’t like a high-rise cluttering up my clear blue skies

Don’t wanna be where the city’s all that grows

Some are born with a silver spoon and some come from the farm

Some have a ball in the mansion, but we get down in the barn

It’s the life I love

And I’m gonna live it 'til they bury me

I can’t get enough of dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things

And I take pride in everything I’ve got

'Cause I’m American-born and country by the grace of God

We build a world of dreams on a big ol' piece of land

We’re free to so anything we like, we’re country so we can

It’s the life I love

And I’m gonna live it 'til they bury me

I can’t get enough of dirt roads and dusty fields and the simple things

And I take pride in everything I’ve got

'Cause I’m American-born and country by the grace of God