You say you got a thing for a man in worn out jeans A Stetson hat and them alligator boots So you want a man with rougher hands That does what them city boys can't Someone raised up with down home country roots Well now don't go thinking that's what you got Just because he says yee-haw You ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred The kind that's been corn fed straight from the stalk Until you've seen the real thing Shotguns, trucks and porch swings And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette Well, you ain't seen country yet Come with me, we'll take a ride and I'll show you a good time Way back in the sticks where I call home I'm gonna take you to a place where the roads don't have names Spend the night castin' lines and skippin' stones Well, if you ain't seen the sun comin' up From the bed of a pickup truck You ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred The kind that's been corn fed straight from the stalk Until you've seen the real thing Shotguns, trucks and porch swings And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette Well, you ain't seen country yet