Lyrics:

Yeah, baby

Out here ain`t nothing but woods and waterDrop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber
Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle
How the good Lord intended it, yes he did

I love my country
I love my country
Six strings and fiddles
Whiskey from Kentucky

We keep it funky
We like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday
Yeah, I love my country

I`m loud and proud
Rolling into town
Hanging out the window
Like a blue tick hound

Ain`t sorry, ain`t nothing to be sorry about
I love my country and I love my country
Up loud

(Woo-ooh-ooh)

Barbecue, steak fries
Styrofoam plate date night
George Strait singing greats while
We turning up, sitting lake-side

That pedal steel, she straight sliding
Over here, to me she do that
Alabama shake, like you ain`t ever seen

I love my country
I love my country
Six strings and fiddles
Whiskey from Kentucky

We keep it funky
We like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday
Yeah, I love my country

I`m loud and proud
Rolling into town
Hanging out the window
Like a blue tick hound

Ain`t sorry, ain`t nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud

(Woo-ooh-ooh)

I love my country up loud
I`m talking way up loud

I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd
And going out downtown when I`m with her
Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road
But damn sure nowhere close to the way that

I love my country
I love my country
Six strings and fiddles
Whiskey from Kentucky

We keep it funky
We like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday
Yeah, I love my country

I`m loud and proud
Rolling into town
Hanging out the window
Like a blue tick hound

Ain`t sorry, ain`t nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud

Yeah, baby
(Woo-ooh-ooh)

I love my country up loud
Yeah, way up loud

That`s a country-ass lick right there, boy