Besedila: Rodney Atkins. It's America. Tell A Country Boy.

Now he ain?t much for talkin?
But he means every word he says
And that color on his arms and neck
Ain?t from no tanning bed
Leaves no doubt ?bout where he stands
On a Chevy or the Lord, yeah
You can always tell a country boy

Now his idea of heaven
Is home sweet home east Tennessee
But for a girl like you he would pull up roots
And move down the road a piece
He?ll always take his own sweet time
If you give him a choice, yeah
You can always tell a country boy

Yeah you can always tell him
But you can?t tell him much
?Cause all he?s ever gonna be
Is who he always was
A cross between his old man
And his momma?s pride and joy
You can always tell a country boy

He?ll go off and take a long walk
When he needs some time to think
Might even let you drive his truck
When he?s had too much to drink
?Bout as true blue as Old Glory
Waitin? out there on the porch
You can always tell a country boy

Yeah you can always tell him
But you can?t tell him much
Sometimes his gears?ll turn so slow
You swear they?re gonna rust
From the way he bangs that old guitar
To the gravel in his voice
You can always tell a country boy

You can drag him from the country every now and then,
But you can?t drag the forty acres out of him?

Yeah you can always tell him
But you can?t tell him much
He?s on a fence about a lot of things
But on you his mind?s made up
?Cause he swears there?s nothin? sweeter
Than the sweet sound of your voice
You can always tell a country boy

Now whatever?s on your heart
Come on and tell this country boy