Raised on the Bible and Georgia dust
A boy who grew up singing all day long
He taught me every song his mama sang
From the land of the Georgia pines
There may be city in my walk
There may be city in my talk
But he put country music in my heart
There may be New York labels
But there's good old -fashioned
My daddy took the harmony
Till I felt I should leave home
He said healthy children have ambition
So he understood my mission
Helping me untie the apron strings
Now there's city in my walk
There may be city in my talk
But he left country music in my heart
I've been to the White House
Played Las Vegas wish I'd on
Broadway all those places
But there's country music
I ask the Lord, why did I ever roam?
Can I remember daddy's song?
I there's one place I belong
I'd sing until I felt that I was home
There may be city in my dress
But underneath I must confess
That he left country music in my heart
in the fancy bracelets that I wear
There's an underglass brush and caviar
Yes, there's a good old -fashioned country
