Lyrics:
I’m a redneck boy, lovin’ a country girl, Lucky to be her man (lucky so lucky)
Four-wheel drives and pontoon boats, a bonfire by the lake
Little sas,
you bumping
cause you rocking
with a classic..
CHORUS
Country bumpkin
A down home country bumpkin..
Im a country bumpkin
A down home country bumpkin
airplane bottles from your purse out
Had a country mile smile every first down
Last thing on my mind was the football
Watchin' you, girl, like it's gonna
hundos So I make it rain
Hit me up on the phone I'm down to play
Anywhere anytime I'm raising cain
Crazy ass farmer and I'm off the chain
Country girls
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna
country stock
She knows every backroad from
Here to Luckenbach
She's a strong and a wild girl
Like a mustang can't be caught
She lives her life by her
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
Daisy Duke country girls
They were dancin' on the king-sized bed
And it was alright, alright
We just got carried away
Yeah it was alright, alright
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
some time I'd fix the barn
Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm
And it's good old country comforts in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my
known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort's in a truck that's going home
Well down at the well they've got a new machine
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
here a little later on
You know out in the country don't make no plans
Grab a pretty girl, take her by the hand
Rockin' out all night and roll back
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
back home
Down at the well they've got a new machine
The foreman says it'll cut manpower by fifteen
"Hey but that ain't natural" old Clay would say
the sweetest sound these ears have ever known
It's just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort in a heart that's going back home
Down
a blackberry?
Little Cherry Skoal Dip make the swelling go down
Mm, girl, lucky for you, I'm a two lane tour guide
Mm, get your country boy heart breaker
Yeah
You know I'm saying, nigga went, held that shit down, kept his mouth shut
Stayed ten toes, I came home, it was like I never left
I really feel
Milton Berle
It's the Duke of Wayne and the Duke of Earl
Orson Welles doing War of the Worlds
It's the Hardy Boys and Georgy Girl
It's a Re-Ron,
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