Boots & Hat Don’T Make You Country

Brand new boots from a downtown mall Tag still hanging when you walk that hall Big ol' buckle and a pearl snap shirt Never had a blister, never had a dead dirt Truck jacked up with the chrome so bright But the bed ain't seen a bell in its life Talk real loud bout raisin' But you couldn't name a cry past corn and barns A little twang on your tongue, boy that's real cute But let me tell you something about mud and roots Cause cowboy boots and a hat don't make you country A Silverado payment don't make you country You ever watched the sun rise at four? Ever bled on a fence? Ever fixed your own ruts? Ever lost a good calf? Ever hauled your own guts? If it's just for cloud and a Friday night selfie, honey, then boots and a hat don't make you country. Every line of the radio hits But not one prayer for the drought that hits Where it starts so stiff you can barely kneel Never knuckle down to a broke-down field You post farm life with your pumpkin spice At a roadside patch taking five Q-picks Real ranch hands got mud to the knees You got dust on your tires from the drive-thru Please a little draw in your voice Yeah, that's real sweet But country's more callous hands And clean white sneaks Cause cowboy boots and a hat Don't make your country VIP real But have you ever prayed for rain on a field you sow? Ever fixed broke wire in a cold north wind? Ever stayed up all night just to pull on in? If it's just for likes and a yee-haw emoji, buddy, then boots and a hat. Don't make your country. I ain't sayin' you can't learn this life. trade soft hands in for an early rise but if you want to wear country better know this truth it's less about the outfit more about the proof it's showing up tired but you show up still feeding stock before you pay your bills it's taking care of when the storms roll in. So cowboy boots and a hat don't make your country. It's a dirt on your soul, not the dust on your stits. And honey, you can dress the part for a Saturday show, but countries When his luck went bad Share your last tank with a broke down dad Yeah, that's the kind of thing real country folks know It's hard, hard work and letting that show So wear your boots and hat but let your action speak Cause country ain't a costume you put on once a week Say it loud so the neon knows Boots and a hat don't make your country But living it does