Come Back as a Country Boy
When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
My back is always breakin', my dogs are always barkin'
My money has trouble makin', and my truck has trouble startin'
I'm up before the sun, either haulin' hay or huntin'
My work ain't ever done but son, I wouldn't trade it for nothin'
So when I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy is all that I know how to be
Yeah, if y'all ain't in my drawl, and a fish ain't on my wall
And the whiskey don't burn goin' down
My feet ain't in a holler, and blue ain't on my collar
Leave my Hank-crankin', beer-drinkin' ass in the ground
Yeah, when I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
Live on this land, like my old man did before me
I don't wanna be born into money
Where the boots don't ever get muddy
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy is all that I know how to be
Yeah, a country boy is all that I know how to be
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
My back is always breakin', my dogs are always barkin'
My money has trouble makin', and my truck has trouble startin'
I'm up before the sun, either haulin' hay or huntin'
My work ain't ever done but son, I wouldn't trade it for nothin'
So when I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy is all that I know how to be
Yeah, if y'all ain't in my drawl, and a fish ain't on my wall
And the whiskey don't burn goin' down
My feet ain't in a holler, and blue ain't on my collar
Leave my Hank-crankin', beer-drinkin' ass in the ground
Yeah, when I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
Live on this land, like my old man did before me
I don't wanna be born into money
Where the boots don't ever get muddy
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be
When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
'Cause a country boy is all that I know how to be
Yeah, a country boy is all that I know how to be
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Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Josh Thompson, Jordan Mark Schmidt
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