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Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Tin Cans and Car Tires (moe.) · No Doy/Tin Cans and Car Tires (moe.) · Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Lloyd Banks) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (DJ Cover This) · Cold Cold Heart: Where Country Meets Soul, Vol. 3 (The Isley Brothers) · Tin Cans With Strings to You (Far) – and 90 other albums »


And a jukebox by my dear
Singing cold beer country
'Cause it’s cold beer country round here

I’ve been getting out and getting in it all day long
Tonight I’m
hip to sing about tractors, trucks,
Little towns, or mama, yeah that might be true.
But this is country music and we do

Do you like to drink a cold
A man can lose his past, in a country like this ? Wandering aimless ?
Parched and nameless ?
A Man could lose his way, in a country like this ?
the country
Where the pine trees grow so tall
Walk across that old log bridge
Stretching 'cross Black River Swamp

I can hear them bullfrogs croaking
In
On the last day of June 1934

Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane
A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain 
Slips and skids round a corner,
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs, 
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.

That's the way I'm gonna
does
Idle on down that back road find a lil spot to park
Down by the creek got a bunch of wood let's see if we can make some sparks
C'mon

I'm feeling
to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods

Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God

I was gasin' up the other day
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God

I was gasin' up the other day
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God

I was gasin' up the other day
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
For what it's worth, no reason
Can be found
I'm heading back to the north country
With the cold wind in my eye
I'll be there by sunset
Before the first
Out here in the country
Where stars they shine
You can even take a walk by moonshine
Though I long to stay
I've just got to go
Where money is
skin in the Bentley
Graveyard shift at the Denny's
North side plenty, south side pennies
I vote Yeezus/Deez Nuts 2020
You want to run a country? that
know
Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
I'm gonna get up in the morning and go

Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine
I can
the sparkling sins
Leaning on the cold electric stove 
On a country road I swerved to the side
Trying to avoid a country bumpkin
Everyone's in line to meet
roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk
roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk over
carry roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People
cause that's just what us rednecks does
Idle on down that back road find a lil spot to park
Down by the creek got a bunch of wood let's see if we can
roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk
Chops on the track
Yeahhh

A. Leon Craft, South Pole cold (Cold)
Up my damn flow, like a lit gas stove (Stove)
Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-foohh (Foohh)
tonk
We can bust a move to a funky groove
Or a hardcore country song
Come on let's throw down
Gonna have a hoedown
Party all night long
Its hip hop