Country 'Til I Die
I got an invite to a Saturday night Shindig way up town You know old John likes to have his fun I couldn't turn a party down The band was playing some highfalutin music I'd never heard before Everybody there seemed to like it a lot But I was headed for the door Then somebody had the nerve, to call in orderves Like something from a real bad dream On my dish was a little piece of fish Some rice and three green peas I've never had a taste for the social graces The way some folks do I've got problems, doctor can you solve 'em Would you give me a clue He said I can't treat a man in your condition As he looked me in the eye All I see, is John you'll be Country 'til you die [Chorus:] Country 'til you die Every bone in your body is countrified It runs in the family, and you can say that with pride It's in the way you look, the way you walk and talk Down to the truck you drive You're just gonna be country 'til you die
Written by: EDWARD F. SETSER, JOHN DAVID ANDERSON, TROY HAROLD SEALS
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