When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain´t no better life if you ask me
If my neck don´t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
´Cause a country boy´s all that I know how to be

My back is always breaking, my dogs are always barking
My money has trouble making and my truck has trouble starting
I´m up before the sun, either hauling hay or hunting
My work ain´t ever done, but son, I wouldn´t trade it for nothing

So when I die I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain´t no better life if you ask me
If my neck don´t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
´Cause a country boy´s all that I know how to be

Yeah, if y´all ain´t in my drawl and a fish ain´t on my wall

And the whiskey don´t burn going down
My feet ain´t in a holler, and blue ain´t on my collar
Leave my Hank-cranking, beer-drinking ass in the ground

Yeah, when I die I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain´t no better life if you ask me
If my neck don´t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
´Cause a country boy´s all that I know how to be

When I die I wanna come back as a country boy
Live on this land like my old man did before me
I don´t wanna be born into money, where the boots don´t ever get muddy
´Cause a country boy´s all that I know how to be

When I die I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain´t no better life if you ask me
If my neck don´t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
´Cause a country boy´s all that I know how to be
Yeah, a country boy´s all that I know how to be