I packed my only guitar
In my Chevy Silverado
I drove down to the corner store
Gassed up and headed North
Said goodbye to mom and pops
Church parking lots, roadblocks, and potholes
Left the name my mama gave me
Right there rocking on the porch

Whoa
I never seen so much concrete before
I ain't in the country no more

I got woke up this morning to a choir of singing sirens
I went out barefoot to watch 'em go by
Cut my foot on sidewalk glass
Gave a hungry man a dollar
He was begging, he was crying
A little later on, he was drinking on
A forty in a paper sack

Whoa
I never been got like that before
I guess I ain't in the country no more
No, I ain't in the country no more

Nobody talks like I do
Nobody here at all
No, hell yeah, hey y'all
But oh, this raised on hard work boy's
Gonna live a dream 'til he dies
I wish I was, but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more

Go

I'm damn proud of my roots
My red wing boots and my blue collar
This chip here on my shoulder is a town I can't let down
Lord knows I ain't no Jesus but I'll proudly be the martyr
Spread the word about that nowhere place that makes the world go 'round

Whoa
I ain't in the country no more
No, I ain't in the country no more

Nobody talks like I do
Nobody here at all
No, hell yeah, hey y'all
But oh, this raised on hard work boy's
Gonna live a dream 'til he dies
I wish I was, but I ain't in the country no more
In the country no more
Go

No, I ain't in the country no more
Woo
I ain't in the country no more
Go

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Writer(s): David Arthur Garcia, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Michael Hardy