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This is real, this is your life in a song Yeah this is country music Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone Cryin' as she tells
mess around and make country love Meet me at night tonight and we'll go down by the river side Take along some moonshine our love is much too strong
who you really are?" Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. But your mind's on Tennessee Lookin' back, I can remember the time When I sang my songs for
I remember long ago when I was just a boy Raised in the country that have old country stores Chasing shadows down the road I remember well Every
I'm feeling good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh Dirty boots, dirty truck, where I
mountaineers We never were much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country song We played for just a nickel every time we got to town And I
mountaineers We never were much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country song We played for just a nickel every time we got to town
songs for free Country boy, you got your feet in L.A. Take a look at everything you own But now and then, my heart keeps goin' home Talkin'
I just threw my bottle at the jukebox Got tired of hearing them same old songs Gotta get myself back to Tennessee Lord, where a country boy belongs
Turn it up I wake up, put a dip in, crack a cold one Put my boots and my overalls on This is the country boy song I like to gig frogs I like
the morning hurts My god what have I done We coulda had it all but I made you run Oh where did I go wrong, I'm livin' my life like a country song Oh will
the morning hurts My god what have I done We coulda had it all but I made you run Oh where did I go wrong, I'm livin my life like a country song Oh will I get
But I bet you folks in the back of your mind, kinda wish you was country don't [Chorus] Come on boys keep singing them country songs who knows
of that high-and-mighty scenery's Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land [Chorus] So listen well, my
and as the time went by We found that we liked living free that way I got me an old Cadillac just to have around Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be I
I'm Feeling good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh Dirty boots, dirty truck, where
jukebox to play A few sad country songs I heard someone say Hey that old boy Ain't nothin' but beer and bones I got to work this morning Early this
And parked down by the lake in my Chevrolet. [Chorus] Oh yeah. May 28th, graduation day We set out to see the USA We got as far as Smith Mountain Lake
the only song they know So come and rock my soul, where sin and sorry lie White horses carry me, unto the other side Poor boy, I'm living in a country
I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never really worried if I fit in Country ain't what
She opened up the letter from Nashville Tennessee He said hon they like my music the songs I wrote for you and me The boys and me just cut a record
world truly be? No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting No be-Boys, no be-Girls, No graffiti, No nothing If Hip Hop was never born?
goodbye City boy selling countries Surgeons lifting sagging skin Sitting by software windows Trying to find a virtual friend By the way are you
on lets go Well I was born a country boy Raised on Haggard and Strait She was born in da hood She sure looks good And she thinks rap is great So we meet in
Well I heard someone Out poking fun At this old country boy And the songs that he sung Still cracking jokes He sarcastically implied Let me