Lyrics : Rural Route Raising

I wake before the rooster crows
I use the sun to dry my clothes
Sometimes I drive my old John Deere to the quicksack
Don't buy no smokes, I roll my own
I got my corn all in a row
Work boots worn right down to the soles
Breaking my back

White tail chasing
blazing, that's my rural route raising
Waiting and wailing
Old glory waving
Jesus save him
That's my rural route raising

I keep my front porch door unlocked
I keep my [?]
I got my Bible opened
John 316
You call me red, you call me hip
'Cause I live my life in this ditch
But what you get is what you see
A whole lotta country

White tail chasing
blazing, that's my rural route raising
Waiting and wailing
Old glory waving
Jesus save him
That's my rural route raising

We can't help the way that we talk
We say "Hey man, yes man, hell yeah, hey y'all"
Dirt road cruising
Stop sign shooting
[?], caught me drinking

White tail chasing
blazing, that's my rural route raising
Waiting and wailing
Old glory waving
Jesus save him
That's my rural route raising

Ooh, rural route raising