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 might've lit a flame under these old boots
But they sure don't hold no candle to

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, oh
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

Hound-dog howlin', tryna track it down
A straight pipes hummin', comin' back from town
Grease in thе skillet goin' pop, pop, pop
Nah, you can't find that on an old jukebox

It's a John Deere clеarin out a rye-grass row
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, oh
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 ol' boy like me
On the back porch, sippin' on a cold beer
Listen 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, oh
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