I wouldn't exactly say that I'm a honky tonker
But I've been know to haunt a hall or two
I don't own a horse or wear a Stetson
But a steel guitar paints this old heart a shade of Cowboy Blue

Some folks say that ain't country
Smile, let 'em in on the truth
Don't rely on first impressions
Country is what country means to you

Where I come from it's a certain kind a livin'
It's the love you give that makes you a man
Country ain't some kind of accent
Yes ma'am, we're Texans, we got us a fiddle in the band

Some folks say that ain't country
Smile, let 'em in on the truth
Don't rely on first impressions
Country is what country means to you (ah ha)

Mi padrе's from the desert out in Rеdford
We drink a beer with salt and a lime
And we serenade our señoritas
Singing "Mañanitas" in 3/4 time

Some folks say that ain't country (ah ha)
Smile, let 'em in on the truth
Don't rely on first impressions
Country is what country means to you
Don't rely on first impressions
Country is what country means to you
Country is what country means to you