I Love My Country - Florida Georgia Line

(Woo-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, baby

Out here ain't nothing but woods and water
Drop 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

(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

Yeah, baby
(Woo-ooh-ooh)

I love my country up loud
Yeah, way up loud

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