Were good old  Country Folks  , raised up off the land,  
In the heart of the forest, where the soil meets the sand.  
Learned to read the stars, and hear the river flow,  
In the shadows of the pines, that’s where our spirit grows.  

**Chorus:**  
Were  good old  Country Folks, where the wild things roam,  
In the hands of the earth, We found our way back home.  
With a fishing pole and faith, We’ve got all we need,  
Living off the land, that’s where we plant our seed.  

**Verse 2:**  
Got our old hunting’s rifle, learned to take our aim,  
Hunting that big buck before  dawn light, .  
With a hook line and sinker, We’d cast our fears away,  
Catching  those big bass, under the golden rays.  

**Chorus:**  
Were good old  Country Folks , where the wild things roam,  
In the hands of the earth, We found our way back home.  
With a fishing pole and faith, We’ve got all we need,  
Living off the land, that’s where we plant our seed.   

**Bridge:**  
Where the whiskey flows and the firelight glows,  
In the company of friends, everybody knows,  
Life’s simple treasures, they mean the most,  
And in this crazy world, it’s what we cherish the most.  

**Verse 3:**  
So we raise our glass to the trees and the sky,  
To the endless gravel roads, where the eagles fly high.  
With the wind in our hair and the sun on our face,  
Were   good old  Country Folks,,, you can’t take our place.  

**Chorus:**  
Were  good old  Country Folks, where the wild things roam,  
In the hands of the earth, We found our way back home.  
With a fishing pole and faith, We’ve got all we need,  
Living off the land, that’s where we plant our seed. 

**Outro:**  
Yeah, were  good old  Country Folks,, with a heart so free,  
In the backwoods of this life, is where we've meant to be.  
Will keep holding on to the promise of the land,  
Cause we’ve learned to be strong, and we’alway  will