Travis Tritt
Written by Michael Beathard, Teresa Boaz and Carson Chamberlain.
(© Everything I Love Music / Sony/ATV Acuff Rose Music / Universal Songs of Polygram Inc.)
From "Strong Enough", © 2002, Columbia.



He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots.
Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots.
Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford.
Country ain't country no more.


He told his daddy: "Catch up with the times."
He said: "Nowadays, people trade heifers online."
Dad ain't sealin' deals with a handshake like before:
Country ain't country no more,
No, country ain't country no more.


The back forty was sold to make up for hard times,
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight.
The houses went up and the trees were cut down,
And there went the finest deer hunting around.
Lord, everyone's locking their doors,
'Cause country ain't country no more.



Now his dad sits in traffic, looking 'round at the change.
Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes.
The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore:
Country ain't country no more.
Lord, country ain't country no more.


Well, the back forty was sold to make up for hard times,
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight.
The houses went up and the trees were cut down,
And there went the finest deer hunting around.
Lord, everyone's locking their doors,
'Cause country ain't country no more.


There's no turning back, and you just can't ignore,
That country ain't country no more.
No, country ain't country no more.

Yodel ay eee.