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first song came out Oh, she loves Alan Jackson And his pretty blonde hair Oh, I love Alan Jackson I ain't got a prayer Well, he tried dressin' like
[Alan Jackson] The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I Work day passes like molasses in winter time, but it's July.
When my money's low And life's a bunch of zeros I turn on my radio And listen to my heros We got cowboy heros like ol' Gene Autry Got a home
the meadow we can build a snowman And pretend that he is Alan Parsons He'll say have you listened to my new band We'll say no but we really like that one song
ain’t nothin’ sweeter It don’t matter where you’re from Come on in and have some fun We’re gonna treat you like your one of us, yeah Oh oh oh oh, oh oh
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are? Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita Or an Alan Jackson hurricane? Are you a good time,
land Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
Salt of the earth We like our whiskey strong Play our music loud Get things done by the sweat of our brow Here in cowboy town, yeah cowboy town That's
while McGraw did the robot So Trace Adkins put one glove on if you're gonna dance like that You move like Michael Jackson but you wear a cowboy hat
(mad drugs) Bad habits (bad habits) He smoke loud and it's homegrown She gave life to the unknown Birth my name by the tombstone Spelt my name like
Tuesday morning, 8:15 I was riding to work on the Jackson Park Express Seemed like any other day Then my whole world changed In a way I never could
Like us all you want, the very best advice A car, a house a neighborhood, that's nice Flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where
The cowboy's lady is cryin' tonight cause the cowboy is out on the range Runnin' and ramblin' and chasin' some stray and good cowboys don't ever
were shot down by the National Guard troops Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes School shot down cause there's no more to lose Now we're
quite taken in by it all Till her brother came in the Spring And he took her back to St. Paul I don't go down to Jackson Ain't nothing there but
attraction Any ole dance will do We like all the Jacksons Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too Its hip hop and honky tonk We can bust
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down This is the last cowboy song Remington showed us how he looked on canvas And Louie L'Amore has told us
the world was waiting We're overwhelmed by some sensation Of something long ago and far away Like general Jackson's arm It's buried on some farm
Sun-in on our hair by evening it would look like hell Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still feathered well I'd be lost without my email still
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) [Chorus] Four wheel cowboy Four wheel cowboy Four wheel cowboy Jeepin' down to Santa Fe Well, Denver town an'
Traditional, arranged By Arlo Guthrie Come all you old time cowboys And listen to my song Please do not grow weary I'll not detain you long
glass that he keeps in the till Since cowboy took us for a ride with this counterfeit fifty dollar bills Oh I bet that ring was made outta glass and he's
that bad Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson And she said, "Didn't he sing that song Called 'Where Were You'?" I said, "Yeah, but girl, that
let's rock one and other Hey ashes to ashes, dust to dust Nobody rocks the mic like the five of us [Melle Mel] You say the bread to the butter
And I like the way you think But you can't have the waitress Boy, everybody's tried There's a cowboy down in Abilene Who keeps her satisfied They