Corey Smith - I love everyone

You could say I’m just a^A good ‘ol boy Dipped in the batter, co^Euntry fried Washed in the blood, wrapped in ^Athe camouflage, A staunch defender of the right ^Eside. I grew up accustomed to the rebe^Al flag, Under the shadow of the ^Ecross, Down where the colors never mixe^Ad too well, Some folks still mad ‘cuz the so^Euth lost.

^F#mBut I’m a good-hearted, ^C#mfree-thinking son-of-a-gun, I may ta^Dlk a little trash, but I don’t h^Aate anyone.

I love b^Elack people. I love brow^Bn people. I love Muslims a^And Jews, Hindus and athe^Bists too, Yes, I love ever^Eyone. I love g^Eay people, I’m not afrai^Bd people, I may sing with ^Aa drawl, keep a little chew in m^By jaw, but I lov^Ee everyone.

My roots are buried in the Georg^Aia clay, They keep me well-grounded & str^Eong This little town off of ^Athe interstate Is the only place I’ll e^Ever call home. But I’ve been above the ^Amason-dixon line, Flew across the ocean to^Eo. And I’ve seen God’s children eve^Arywhere I’ve been And they love to laugh as much a^Es we do.

I’m careful of the pride^F#m that comes before the f^C#mall. I’m one for mend^Ding a fence instead of building ^Aa wall.

I love b^Elack people. I love brow^Bn people. I love Muslims a^And Jews, Hindus and athe^Bists too, Yes, I love ever^Eyone. Though I^E’m not gay people, I’m n^Bot afraid people, I may sing with ^Aa drawl, keep a little chew in m^By jaw, but I lov^Ee everyone.

It ain’t the c^Eorn bread or the collard greens, sweet tea or bar-b-que The cou^Entry music on your radio, or the gospel in the pew ^AIt ain’t your boots, it ain’t your old blue jeans, the tractors that we drive, It ain’t the rif^Eles, or the fishing poles, or the slower pace of life. It’s how we -tre^Bat our neighbors -treat ^Aour neighbors -that make^Es us who we are.

Yeah I l^Eove black people. I love^B brown people. I may sing with ^Aa drawl, keep a little s^Black in my jaw, but I^E love everyone. I may sing with ^Aa drawl, keep a little chew in m^By jaw, but I lov^Ee everyone.