How To Country

(Teach me how, teach me how to country) (Teach me how, teach me how to country) (Teach me how, teach me how to country) Red dirt on my 35's, blue cans in the back George Strait on the radio, bass hook on the hat Drink straight out of a spigot, muddy up an old ATV Map dot educated, with a boondock PHD I got this twang from my daddy Got this red on my neck Learned to sing, pick a six string From McGraw on cassette I can catch it, I can drink it, I can shoot it And anything that's in between, ain't nothin' to it Ain't no cane pole, steel-toe, county line, dirt road dummy Nobody gotta teach me how to country Teach me how to country Throw on some of that smell good Help her hop into that truck Ain't even made it to the honkytonk And we're already fogging it up Out on the floor two-steppin' Feeling like we're fallin' in love Baby girl I can't help it You know where I get it from I got this twang from my daddy Got this red on my neck Learned to sing, pick a six string From McGraw on cassette I can catch it, I can drink it, I can shoot it And anything that's in between, ain't nothin' to it Ain't no cane pole, steel-toe, county line, dirt road dummy Nobody gotta teach me how to country I can throw a line, I can set a hook Ask me anything, I can write a book I got this twang from my daddy Got this red on my neck (On my neck, yeah) Learned to sing, pick a six string From McGraw on cassette (On cassette) I can catch it, I can drink it, I can shoot it (I can shoot it!) And anything that's in between, ain't nothin' to it (Ain't nothin', no) Ain't no cane pole, steel-toe, county line, dirt road dummy Nobody gotta teach me how to country Yeah, teach me how to country Teach me how to country