kountry taste, wagon on the road. eating sweet watermelon, juices restin' on my nose. kick back relaxin', on my 20 foot porch. no cigars no cigs, just pipes--yo! pass the torch! jaw jackin' with neighbors, family and friends. kountry style livin', oh how sweet to be the perfect sin. awl nawl i didn't forget about you, cuz you's like my backbone. my key to the outhouse, and the latch to my home. my grass in the field, and yada yada this. blah blah blah, yea i love you-that's pretty much sums it. but like i said kountry to the soul, you can't take it outta me. but you can try if you want to, but i'm tellin' you-i'm gonna show you how we do it in the kountry!!!!!!!!