John Anderson

Country 'til I Die

I got an invite to a Saturday night

Shindig way up town

You know old John likes to have his fun

I couldn't turn a party down

The band was playing some highfalutin music

I'd never heard before

Everybody there seemed to like it a lot

But I was headed for the door

Then somebody had the nerve, to call in orderves

Like something from a real bad dream

On my dish was a little piece of fish

Some rice and three green peas

I've never had a taste for the social graces

The way some folks do

I've got problems, doctor can you solve 'em

Would you give me a clue

He said I can't treat a man in your condition

As he looked me in the eye

All I see, is John you'll be

Country 'til you die

Every bone in your body is countrified

It runs in the family, and you can say that with pride

It's in the way you look, the way you walk and talk

Down to the truck you drive

You're just gonna be country 'til you die