Luke Bryan

[Verse 1]
There's a house fly swimming in my sweet tea
Hey darling pass another Kerr jar to me
Butter dripping off a biscuit, baby better take a bite
Cantaloupe thumps like it's finally ripe
Box fan on a lawn chair sucking in swamp air
Two hundred mile marker signs from nowhere
That's what country is
[Chorus]
It aren’t a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It's a hideaway bed in an old horse stall
Two kids getting caught stealing a Boone's farm kiss
It aren’t a John Deere cap that's never fell in the cotton
It's a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
It's homemade peach ice cream on sun-burnt lips
That's what country is