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The Only Place That I Call Home

Justin Moore

Justin Moore

2009

No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It's the only place that I call home

my money
And if you drop me on a
Random street in any English-speaking
Country within 5 or 10 years
I'd be wealthy again right
Because it's just

Smoke 'N' Drank

E-40

In a Major Way

1995

bitches
Some like a little further on down the line
Started fuckin' with moonshine, all kind of wines
Stood in front of the liquor house sokin up kidney,

My grandaddy,
Dug the Suwannee River
With a pocket knife.
Hung the sun up by the moonlight,
Had a hollowed out tree full of moonshine,
Catfish

smoking real good
We on the country side we can be loud as we want
Taking tequila shots and we playing beer pong
As we sit by the fire telling a bunch

The Only Place That I Call Home

Justin Moore

Justin Moore

2009

home.
No matter where in this country I might roam.
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows.
It's the only place that I call home.

the food stamps and the moonshine, we were all doing ok

It's country and its real, it's about the way you feel
Ask Wailin, Willie Haggard or Patsy Kline

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them

my vision In due time up my privilege I’m sipping I’m too kind hearted pictures she tempting to do time lock her in like she stuck on the moonshine

snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all

on the run
I feel adventure in my blood

cause I could drive forever with you by my side
cool wind in our hair country blue skies
fields and fences, wide open

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

Still One Outlaw Left

Confederate Railroad

Unleashed

2001

You say you don't like my kind, don't drink moonshine
Homegrown ain't your thing
Never been to a roadhouse knockdown drag-out
Raised a little

I'm from the East Coast)
And that's for damn sure
And I just got a call from my man 'Pac
And we was talkin' about how
We like to toss up
How we like our

(I'm Getting) Corns for My Country

The Andrews Sisters

50th Anniversary Collection

1990

I'm gettin' corns for my country
At the Hollywood Canteen
The hardest workin' junior hostess 
You've ever seen
I'm doin' my bit down here for

not nessecary,
through a rope ladder down, I'll climb up.
I'm interested, I'm here for you.
Don't suck me up by my chest, that hurts.
ou're a hovering

Yeah, yeah
Mmm
I'm gettin' money in four different countries
And all of 'em love me I'm so lit
I'm singin' to mains and your side chicks
Make my mind

bet she kind of nervous
Bitch I'm fresh as fuck that money got my pockets dirty
We gone buy so many bottles she could buy a Birkin
We gone buy so many

America!
You know if you travel around this country
You'll notice that it ain't all this
And it ain't all that (USA!)
But it is a little bit

The Rattlesnake Trail

Jethro Tull

Rock Island

1989

in bandit country
On the blind side of the bend.
Keep my nose to the wind 
While the rabbit's skinned 
bed down at the journey's end. 
(Be

Corns For My Country

The Andrews Sisters

The Best of the War Years

2001

I'm gettin' corns for my Country
At the Hollywood Canteen
The hardest workin' junior hostess 
You've ever seen
I'm doin' my bit down here for

clear of the open Country

Got no Religion, my Dreams and my Hopes are missing

Don't care bout Philanthropy or Socialism

I don't want Gold or Wisdom-

a bushbaby)
(Oh-oh he's a bushbaby)
And I'm ready for the night
(Oh-oh he's a bushbaby)
Two girls by my side
(Oh-oh he's a bushbaby)
Hear this!
(Oh-oh-oh...