You Probally Aint

I was setting up for a gig

In this little country bar

This old boy in the corner watched me

Tune up my guitar

He said, "What kinda music do you play hoss?

I play some myself"

He said, "I sure hope it's country

These days it's hard for me to tell"

[Chorus:]

You can talk to me about tractors

Cowboy boots and pickup trucks

Ol' cane poles and dirt roads

And spittin' Skoal in a Dixie cup

You can tell me about your Grandpa

And how he turned you onto Hank

If you gotta tell me how country you are

You probably ain't

He said, Country is a way of life

That's almost gone

It's more than the clothes you wear

Or how you sing a song

It's about being honest

And working hard

Looking someone in the eye

Being who you say you are

[Chorus:]

You can talk to me about tractors

Cowboy boots and pickup trucks

Ol' cane poles and dirt roads

And spittin' Skoal in a Dixie cup

You can tell me all about your Grandpa

And how he turned you onto Hank

If you gotta tell me how country you are

You probably ain't

You can tell me all about your Grandpa

And how he turned you onto Hank

But if you gotta tell me how country you are

You probably ain't

If you gotta tell me how country you are

You know what, you probably ain't hoss