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Backstory:

My original title for the song was "People in the Country". I wanted the premise to be about a person who was "stuck" in the city for professional reasons but longed to get back to the country and the type of people there. In the writing session we optimized the idea to be "My Country People".

Lyrics:

                                                  
VERSE ONE
Landed me a big job workin’ in the city
Concrete canyons littered in graffiti
Sidewalk, bus stop, subway busy
Laying that smog on thick

Family calling, doing good? Hell no,
Everybody here too fast lane for a hello
Got their head down, nose stuck in a cell phone
And all I’m selling is homesick
Man, I gotta make a run quick

CHORUS
Gotta get back to a church on Sunday
Kids carving out their names in an oak tree
Barely getting over 55 on the needle
No unleaded round there, just diesel

Gotta get back to kickin up, getting dusty
Red dirt paradise, yeah, trust me,
Big City living, man, it oughta be illegal
Gotta get back to my country people

VERSE TWO
Back to where you know the name of all your neighbors
Give a wave when you’re passing by a stranger
Bailer rolling hay on the back 40 acres
Can’t get it out of my head

Gotta get back to where that bluegrass (is) greener 
Where the sun is hot and the ice teas sweeter
Got me backwood riverbank fever
So as soon as this traffic jam is clearer

CHORUS

BRIDGE

You can take the boy out of the country but
Won’t be for long

CHORUS

Gotta get back to a church on Sunday
Kids carving out their names in an oak tree
Barely getting over 55 on the needle
No unleaded round there, just diesel

Gotta get back to kickin up, getting dusty
Red dirt road paradise, yeah, trust me,
Big City living, man, it oughta be illegal

Gotta get back to my hardworking, God loving
Honey suckle Son of a gunnin’ country people
My country people
Oh Yeah