We work in the factories and the fields

Assembly lines and coal mines and the steel mills

That's what we do but there's more than us than that

If you want to know who we are it son the logos of our caps


We're Mountaineers, volunteers

We're the tide that rolls, we're Seminoles

We're the herd the long steer

We drive Ford and Chevrolet

Shoot twenty-four and eighty-eight

We crank up our music Friday nights

On two thousand country stations

Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right


We might fix your water pump, your AC

Bring your apple pie, and fill your glass of tea

Take that Fedex package to your door

But underneath that apron or that uniform


We're Wild Cats, Wolverines

We're Tigers, Buckeyes, Bruins

Bulldogs, Hogs, and Hurricanes

We pray before we race

Cheer fourteen and forty-eight

We drink ice-cold beer on Friday nights

Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right


We're all across the map

Down city streets and old dirt roads

We're the fabric of this nation

And we're a nation on our own


We're Mountaineers, volunteers

We're Devils, Heels, and Rebels

Fighting Irish and Cavaliers

We supe up our Chevrolets

Cheer twenty-four and eighty-eight

And we crank up the same songs Friday night

On two thousand country stations

Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right