Born to be Country

Born to Be Country is an original country song written by Sydney Phipps, celebrating the simple life, wide open spaces, hard work, freedom, family, faith, and the deep connection between a country soul and the land. From a one room cabin and hickory smoke to gravel roads, winding creeks, pine trees, old hound dogs, rusty trucks, and star filled skies, this song is a tribute to the people who would rather hear the wind through the trees than the noise of the city. If you love outlaw country, traditional country music, country storytelling, rural life, acoustic country songs, Southern music, and songs about freedom and faith, this one is for you. Born to Be Country Written By: Sydney Phipps Lyrics I was born in a one room cabin, in the middle of the winter My first breath was hickory smoke and coffee on the stove Never have I ever been a “city fella” I’d rather be beneath the trees that I call home Boot heels on a splintered floor North wind knockin’ at the door Mama hummin’ low and slow As the red sun kissed the gleaming snow The wonders of the wild are dear ol’ friends to me Whippoorwills and winding creeks that run wild and free A sky so wide it swallows every worry whole The only roof I need is the one that God unrolls Like the open plains where the wind blows free I was born to be....country Learned my letters by a lantern, learned my manners from the land How to read the clouds for rain and shake a neighbor’s hand Cut my teeth on honest work and cedar scented air And a man don’t need much more than that if his soul is straight and square Fields of rippling gold and rows of pine Sweet tea sippin’ in the summertime Old hound dog out on the run Chasin’ down that settin’ sun The wonders of the wild are dear ol’ friends to me Cracklin’ fires and tall grass seas A sky so wide it swallows every worry whole The only roof I need is the one that God unrolls Like the open plains where the wind blows free I was born to be....country You can keep your neon lights... Your fast lanes runnin’ through the night... Give me gravel roads and stars... And a rusty truck that barely starts... Let the river forever be my melody And the wind my company The wonders of the wild are dear ol’ friends to me Every fence post stands like family A sky so wide it swallows every worry whole The only roof I need is the one that God unrolls Like the open plains where the wind blows free I was born to be....country Yeah, freedom’s carved into my soul I was born to be country..... Yeah... I was born to be.....country If you enjoy original country music and independent songwriters, subscribe to Rickey Phipps Songwriter for more original songs, stories, and music. #BornToBeCountry #SydneyPhipps #RickeyPhipps #CountryMusic #OutlawCountry #OriginalCountryMusic #CountrySong #CountrySongs #TraditionalCountry #SouthernMusic #CountryLife #CountryBoy #CountryLiving #Americana #IndependentSongwriter #OriginalMusic #AcousticCountry #FaithAndCountry #RuralLife #MusicAndVocalsDigitallyProduced