Favorite Country Song Songtext
'Summertime', 'Chicken Fried', 'Mama Tried'
'Country Boy', 'Country Boy Can Survive'
'Oh Marina', 'My Maria', and 'My Amy'
'Outskirts of Heaven' and 'Sinners Like Me'
Yeah they mighta lit a flame under these old boots
But they sure don't hold no candle to
North wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
'Country Boy', 'Country Boy Can Survive'
'Oh Marina', 'My Maria', and 'My Amy'
'Outskirts of Heaven' and 'Sinners Like Me'
Yeah they mighta lit a flame under these old boots
But they sure don't hold no candle to
North wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren
Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song
Hounddog howling tryna track you down
Straight pipes hummin' comin' back from town
Grease in the skillet goin' 'pop pop pop'
No you can't find that on an old jukebox
It's a John Deere clearin' out a rye grass road
If you don't come from it then you probably don't know
Yeah you probably don't know 'bout a
North wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song
Oh Hallelujah I know it
That the good Lord wrote it
For a good ole boy like me
On the back porch sippin'
On a cold beer listenin'
To some home sweet harmony
'Bout a north wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren like
Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song
Oh I said that's my favorite country song
Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren
Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song
Hounddog howling tryna track you down
Straight pipes hummin' comin' back from town
Grease in the skillet goin' 'pop pop pop'
No you can't find that on an old jukebox
It's a John Deere clearin' out a rye grass road
If you don't come from it then you probably don't know
Yeah you probably don't know 'bout a
North wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song
Oh Hallelujah I know it
That the good Lord wrote it
For a good ole boy like me
On the back porch sippin'
On a cold beer listenin'
To some home sweet harmony
'Bout a north wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren like
Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song
Oh I said that's my favorite country song
