Country - Mo Pitney
Written by：Glenn Bulat Jr
Have you ever picked guitar on your front porch
In the morning as the sun was risin'
Or followed your dog down to the river
And ran into an ole baptizin'
Do you think to pull off on the side of the road
When that big black hearse is passing
Have you ever helped someone in need
Without them even asking
We do that in the country
Let me tell you 'bout country
Country can be in the middle of a city
Country can be on a farm
Country ain't even a place on map
It's a place in your heart
Would you ever hitched a ride to Music City
Just to see an Opry show
Would you drive across the country
To listen to some country
Country ain't even a place on map
It's a place in your heart
Have you ever been there at the courthouse square
For the parade on the Fourth of July
With a tear on your face and a lump in your throat
As you watch ole glory go by
Or sat thru a service where they played tabs
For a soldier who never came home
Or looked in the sad brown eyes of his momma
As she touched his name on that stone
He fought for his country
And died for his country
I love my country
Let me tell you 'bout country
