World Built Like a Country Song

I think spurs on boots look tacky
And the American dream never phased me
Sweet tea drinking with a side of moonshine
Standing up to sing to stars and lines

I never felt like I could ever belong
In the world built like a country song
With back dirt roads, and fields of hay
Being told I would burn for being gay

I don’t mean to be the stereotype
Painting out the country as black and white
But I’ve never felt accepted in small towns
With their new blue jeans and pressed white gowns

I never felt like I could ever belong
In the world built like a country song
With back dirt roads, and fields of hay
Being told I would burn for being gay