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When somebody says country
You prob'ly think Levi's, think about red wings, think about George Strait
Under them neons, no, they wouldn't be wrong
'Cause I been livin' all the words they sang
I just did it with a little less twang
It's all the same, but it ain't the same
'Cause my dirt roads are sand off a two-lane by the ocean
That East Coast, Hartland
God knows that's where my home is
Where the sun shines a little more early
Little less boots, a little more bare feet
If you know it then you know me (know me)
It's a different kinda country
You would understand it
Watchin' that sun sink into the Atlantic
Light us up a bonfire
Stackin' up driftwood, layin' out on the hood all night
We're all just small town kids, don't matter where is
Ain't that what country is?
'Cause my dirt roads are sand off a two-lane by the ocean
That East Coast, Hartland
God knows that's where my home is
Where the sun shines a little more early
Little less boots, a little more bare feet
And if you know it then you know me
It's a different kinda country, yeah-yeah
It's a different kinda country (different kinda country)
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
It's all the same, but it ain't the same
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
It ain't where you're from, it's the way you're raised
'Cause my dirt roads are sand off a two-lane by the ocean
That East Coast, Hartland
God knows that's where my home is
Where the sun shines a little more early
Little less boots, a little more bare feet
And if you know it then you know me
Yeah, it's a different kinda country, yeah-yeah
It's a different kinda country
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