Lee Kernaghan - Where Country Is lyrics

He sat by the door of
The grand old Birdsville Pub
His swag and gera was guarded
By a faithful heeler dog
He wore a shirt that would blind
Ya and a rumpled ringer's hat
This old man was country
He left no doubt of that
Well he sang of mobs of cattle
Moving down the Birdsville track
And the camels carting wool in
The early days outback
He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin'
Flat out in the night
Tryin' to ring the mob cause
Lightnin's quick to fright

He sat there hillbilly pickin' on
A cracked and battered Gibson
And the songs that he sang were all his
Every song told a story and
The more that I listened
The more I realised this is
Where the country is
Well his songs told how they did it
And I felt a sense of shame
And I wondered if the battler
Would ever be again
His pride for his country rang
True in every song
And I wondered if the chips were down
If I would be as strong