City don't let ya walk a field
With your fingertips runnin' 'cross the top of waist high hay
It don't have a quarter mile of red lights
Where everybody waves at your Chevrolet
The city don't grow the kind of girls
That rather river bank, drink beer, and dance in the mud
I ain't sayin' that high-rise life is wrong
But right here is what I love
They got five stars, we got millions
They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can
On somebody's land with a homegrown girl
And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl"
Got everything I need, everything I could want
'Cause the country does something for me the city don't
Ah, the city don't
The city don't have a dirt road gravel parkin' lot steeple
Where you find your forgiveness
And it don't have no farm pond, honey hole
You know you can always go catch a fish
The city don't sleep slowed down
Don't know how to kick back or take a break
I ain't sayin' those high-rise folks are wrong
But I kinda like it this way
They got five stars, we got millions
They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can
On somebody's land with a homegrown girl
And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl"
Got everything I need, everything I could want
'Cause the country does something for me the city don't
Ah, the city don't
Yeah, it feels like home to me as long as I got a little mud on my boots
So, anywhere made of concrete, I could never lay down my roots
They got five stars, we got millions
They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can
On somebody's land with a homegrown girl
And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl"
Got everything I need, everything I could want
'Cause the country does something for me the city don't
Ah, the city don't
Mmhm
Writer(s): Chris Lacorte, Joshua Miller, Travis Hill
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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