He ain't much for talking,
But he means every word he says,
Well that color on his arms and neck ain't from no tannin bed,
Leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a Chevy, or the lord,
Yea you can always tell a country boy

Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee
But for a girl like you he would pull up roots and move down the road a piece
He'll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice
Yea you can always tell a country boy

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Yea you can always tell him but you can't tell him much
Cause all he's ever gonna be is who he always was
A cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy
You can always tell a country boy

He'll go off and take a long walk when he needs some time to think
Might even let ya drive his truck when he's had to much to drink
Bout as true blue as ol' glory waving out there on the porch
Yea you can always tell a country boy

Yea you can always tell him but you can't tell him much
Sometimes his gears turn so slow you swear there gonna rust
From the way he bangs that ol' guitar to the gravel in his voice
You can always tell a country boy

Now you can drag him from the country every now and then
But you can't drag them forty acres outta him
Yea you can always tell him but you can't tell him much
He's on the fence about a lot of things but on you his minds made up
Cause he swears there's nothing sweeter than the sweet sound of your voice
You can always tell a country boy
Whatevers on your heart now come on and tell this country boy

Writer : JON HENDERSON, NEAL COTY
Copyright : Lyrics © The Bicycle Music Company, MURRAH MUSIC CORPORATION