The Real True Country

[Verse] Well, I reckon it's high time we get this clear, Ain't talkin' 'bout no Slim Shady, let's shift gears, Out here in the stick towns, hard work's the creed, On wide-open plains where true folks bleed. [Verse 2] Gather 'round the bonfire, hear that guitar strum, Talking 'bout real life, ain't no city humdrum, Dusty boots on our feet, not no fancy sneakers, Y'all wanna hear the truth, not some loudspeakers. [Chorus] So will the real true country please stand up, Grab your six-strings and fill your cup, In the barn or the field, man, that's the scene, Where the life’s real, raw, and evergreen. [Verse 3] Down gravel roads and old fairgrounds, We ain't chasing fame, just love and bounds, A fish pole and a dog, that's our kind of wealth, No need for bling, we got our health. [Verse 4] Old trucks and sunsets, that's the stage we need, On porch swings and harvest, our hearts freed, It's not about the glitz, it's the dirt and grit, In faded denim, where our spirits sit. [Chorus] So will the real true country unite tonight, Under the star-filled skies, pure delight, With the moon as our spotlight, let’s raise a toast, To the unsung heroes, who matter the most.