Lyrics:
belong
Good friends, country charm
Rockin' the farm
Boogie in the Barn
Rockin' the Farm
Country in the cornfields
Pretty girls in high heels
Line up in
last night
This is how I'm saying thanks
Maybe some eggs with franks
Don't get up, stay in bed
Really hope that you like bread
Only the best ingredients
the farm
Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
Now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
Halfway
Get way out where the sky is clear
Get to wishin' on a country star out on the farm
I keep my arms wrapped around you so tight
I sit you
It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss
It
HAD COUNTED ON ALL WENT TO COUNTRIES FOREIGN IT WAS A SHADY DEAL BUT IT WASN'T MADE IN THE SHADE OF BREWSTER'S FARM SO TELL ME WHO'S GONNA HOE
to Texas breakfast
Make the city dwellers jealous, oh
Then it's back to bed for seconds
Never second guessing what we do
Hands in your hair, taking
printed Braille on the chest
It's the, flesh of her legs, nerve endings that bled
Sizzle the bacon and eggs we take our breakfast in bed
Room service, is
anything would grow
And we got our country music from a big old radio
And we had Bill Monroe for breakfast every day
Then we'd head out to the fields
on your boots and join us
Down on the farm
Down here on the farm
It's a lovely day for country walking
The vicar's on his bike, Vinny's
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Texas, that's country!
[Chorus]
The whole damn world is country
Been
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Texas, that's country!
[Chorus]
The whole damn world is country
Been
I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
I told you I's a-commin' soon, you'd better look for me
Honey, I can't lay down on your bed
I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
I told you I's a-comin' soon, you'd better look for me
Honey, I can't lay down on your bed
You
count this money
Breakfast in bed she gone treat me like a king
She be rocking GND Gucci an supreme
I was in the country really slanging that clean
My
At the end of the day
When it's all said and done
Still country to the heart
I'm addicted to this country
Country lifestyle
Can't get enough of that
Sunday morning, another day on the farm
Marylou, takes her stool, milks all the cows
Sunrises, over, golden fields
Hens gather, breakfast by the barn
could tend them free-range chickens
We could collect their free-range eggs
There's nothing like a country breakfast
On a country sunny day
There's nothing
When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie, country ham
When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie, country ham
how country feels
You ever watched the sun go down
From the bed of a pickup truck
Ever been so into somebody
You're still lying there when it comes
going on sixty-five
Out here on the farm
Grandpa's at the breakfast table
Eating up a thing or two
Talking about some UFO
He'd seen back in fifty-two
Ah
Come on
'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' in
The bed of my truck
Screaming country boy can survive (Yes sir)
Yeah I'm true to my roots
I keep some dirt
the company's clock
And a country's clock
Accompanied by a cop
I'll wait with the infirm at the infirmary
For you to come out to the beds
Away from your farms
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