Have you ever popped a can   And put a pinch between your cheek and gum?   Run barefooted through the woods   Come hunting with a Blue Tick and a gun?   Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon   Or is that too country for you?      Is you're idea of kicking back   Six pack on the tailgate by the tree?   Kettle full of mud bugs   And a pair of Levis rolled up to your knees?   With a long-legged 'Bama girl   And her 'Born To Ride' tattoo   Or is that too country for you?      That's too country for you, I understand   Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am   But I think there might be something   Going wrong with your roots   If that's too country for you      How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch   Picking a song with only three chords   Good and loud, Saturday night for sure   And Sunday, praising the Lord      I pulled up in your driveway   With my kicking stereo turned up to ten   Would you cook a pig and float a keg   And get down with my rough and rowdy friends?   Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon   Or is that too country for you?      That's too country for you, I understand   Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am   But I think there might be something   Going wrong with your roots   If that's too country for you   If that's too country for you      Is that clay a little too red for you?