This is a song about "Country love"

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Took the van, went snatch her

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Is in another country

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works