Wear my name on the back of my belt Believe there's a God to save me from hell And dirt roads were made for country boys like me Don't believe in politically correct If you wanna a piece of me, you better have a set A rifle and a four-wheel drive is all I need Small mouth bass on the end of a hook Daddy read from the good book I'm just a country boy from this land Makin' a livin' with these two hands Still believe in the good ole American way I watch 'em shut the factories down Then the foreigners flood into town They take what's left for half the pay We can't stand by and just let it fade away The good ole American way Got sense enough to know things change But the little man's gettin' screwed today Somebody with a backbone, please stand up How we worked so hard to get this far Now we're forgettin' who we are Hell, we tolerate everythin' and just call it love Don't tell me there ain't somethin' wrong Somebody's gotta sing this song I'm just a country boy from this land Makin' a livin' with these two hands Still believe in the good ole American way I watch 'em shut the factories down Then the foreigners flood into town They take what's left for half the pay We can't stand by and just let it fade away The good ole American way We can't stand by and just let it fade away The good ole American way I wear my name on the back of my belt Believe there's a God to save me from hell And dirt roads were made for country boys like me

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...

I like Charlie Daniels and I love big John Cash And I think Waylon "Woktosha" Jennings Is a table thumpin' smash Playin' with Marshall Tucker Band Was as good as smokin' grass But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I love all them Allman Brothers, Merle Haggard, and George Jones Shotgun Willie Nelson and them Rockin' rollin' Stones Everything the Eagles do And I'm in love with Linda Rondstat Anybody that don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I ain't sayin' that he was The first or the last But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass