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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
brahms... here in america you've got your fred mcdowell, your irving berlin, your glenn miller, and your booker t & the mg's
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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
Country day
A day in the unknown
A gentle breeze gently blown
Country day

Country day
Another day in the unknown
I can feel it in my bones
have gambled and lost. I've been cussed by my boss. Some city gal just took me for a ride.
Hope some day I'll get back to my little old country shack.
country
Making a living by the sweat of my brow
Hard country
Looking at the world from the back of a plow

So grab your partner and do-se-do
Louisiana
your throat
As you watch ole’ glory go by,
Or sat thru a service where they played tabs
For a soldier who never came home?
Or looked in the sad brown
that slow us down
If it's too quiet, we make our own noise
Now you can bet your boots by the end of the week
My pretty little girl is ready for me
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
can't see the country for all the goddamned trees
And if you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road
I'll give to you my family, my solid country
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
country shit
Country country shit
Country country shit

I told 'em aw man hold up
What you know about it
Candy cars, superstars
Rubber bands in my
(about.)
You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. oh my God don't cough on me. what is this medal say. sais berlin
a four-lane that leads to the mall
And our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall

I'm wondering what it will take
For my country to rise
First we
I stand and watch my country today 
It's so easy to see that it's being taken away 
All the immigrants and all the left wing lies 
Why does no one
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'
Sweet lady of death wants me to die
So she can come sit by my bedside and sigh
And wipe away the tears from all my friends eyes
Then softly she will
My country road take me home
Take me to the place where I was born
My country road take me home
Back to the place where I come from
My country road
Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon
Or is that too country for you

Is you're right here kicking back
Six pack on the tailgate by the tree
We'd become too westernized!
Used to love my country
Used to be so young
Used to believe that life was
The best song ever sung
I would have died for
Thank god for country girls

She was all by herself sittin' at a corner booth
Wearin' a summer dress and a pair of cowgirl boots
I heard her hummin'
by the strength of your numbers
That we, as a nation, would wish to be free"

"The cold prison dungeons is no habitation
For one, to his country, was