Lyrics:
See in this world there's two kinds of people my friend
Loaded guns
You dig it
You dig it
My daddy made that beat, Kuntry boy beats
Way back there in
and good clean fun
That's my kind of country
Roots run deep as they come
In my kind of country
I'm from the old school
Live by the golden rule
Ain't
)
God's country
I don't care what my headstone reads
Or what kind of pinewood box I end up in
When it's my time, lay me six feet deep
In God's country
dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
This cruel country has driven me
oblivious for you see
We're all controlled by someone on the end
Who wants to play with us
But it's alright, keep your strings together
Hold down my fort
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
see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
For my country
Rev it up rip it up come on let's go tear it up
Follow me bring the jack to the country club
Hit the back woods moonshine in the Mason
Bonfire all
of moonshine teardrop in my eye
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia mountain mamma
Take me home country roads
I hear her voice in
We were moonshine
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
Yes, rushing down the long hallway
Despite what the p.a. announcement says
Yes, rushing
Perch trees, pine trees
Oh there're many kind trees
Sparrows, marrows and all those things
Butterflies flutter by everybody's upper by
Even the man
need to be terrified, living from coast to coast is
The bottom line, not a day goes by that I don't think of my valentine, getting things off my
Wahala yakpa
So I dropped my resignation for there Na so I japa
I don tire I don tire for this my country
I love my country die but the country no want me
like some kind of
Adventure, some kind of weird joy
Too i guess that experience took
Me someplace in my head
I hadn’t been before to some
Frontier,
the back road, yeah, I lift my truck up
Got the beer in that cooler, feel it rite up
Got the ice and now we feelin' right, bruh
Four by four, finna get stuck
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
to let love in (to let love in)
Together, can we stand?
Looka there, liquor in my hand
The grandbaby of a moonshine man
Gadsden, Alabama
Got folk
on the lonely road, I'm the lonely wolf
She's my moon, I'm her sunshine
Riding home by the moonlight
Sippin' on that moonshine
I want her for the long ride
She's
blue collar money
Let's do something straight up country
We can stop by that corner shell for firewood
Find a field and let them horses run under this
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
Might sound a little crazy
I guess it's something that they put in my whiskey down in Tennessee
So here's your country song
Throw some boots
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
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