Lyrics:
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
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
Country day
Another day in the unknown
I can feel it deep in my bones
Country day
And that rock it missed your head
Though it didn't miss by much
I
the country
This for the coast, this for them buses
This for them players doing the most
This for the three, this for the house
This for the crib, this for
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
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
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country side of town
M-I crooked my
Live out in them woods with them dogs and them chickens
Food for the soul every thing is finger licken
My daddy was an outlaw mama in the kitchen
You
Got pricked by a needle hiding in a hay barrel
Hey Carol
Thank you for the cornbread
While your husband gone fishing
I could use some more head
Less is
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
'Cause trends got it twisted and they make country a petty style
Now, where's all my country folks that actually could go survive
When that stock market
he ain't country i'll kiss your ass
You know one of my sisters was a lady of the night
Then one day she saw the light
Now she don't do those things
of beans
Where I can run my bird dogs, cut the grass with my shirt off
Swim in an old pair of jeans
Baby, I wanna live in a country house, in a country
you country
Whatever makes you country
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us
Yeah yeah
Church
Bitch I came up from this shit
Shotgun layin' right by the screen door
(yeah) alarm buzzin' on my house
Then my old lady know she
time, my breddah, we gone we gone
You know, yendi agoro no more
We no fit waste time pon no pagan, brothers
No more (no more)
Them go see we for country
a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son you're going to fall
For that common
My Country Too bpm 129. By Parris Bowens Sr.
Intro / Talk
Hey, yall. There’s a lot of talk going on about what’s wrong with America.
Verse 1
your friend's pen
They said if you hurt animals it's sin
Where's sin when benefitted by selling the country
Where are the bosses when people are
ahead and touch my cheek then
But we'll be burying you and your
Whole motherfucking family by the weekend
I'm calling your bluff, go on and buck
I got my
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
of your life
Tortured by your past, but for what?
It is not for the good of
Your country, the United Kingdom
Or Great Britain
The Queen couldn't care less
said "Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth for once and listen." I said "I'm not gonna take any shit." I said "I'm gonna pay my speeding ticket
niggas just say
This goes out to Jake Rivera
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to my
Nigga
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