Lyrics:
survives
Country is as country does
It's the way I am and it's the way I was
And the way I'll be until they lay me low
Country born and country bred
I look high, I look low
I'm lookin' everywhere I go
Lookin' for a home
In the heart of the country
I'm gonna move, I'm gonna go
I'm gonna tell
I look high, I look low
I'm lookin' everywhere I go
Lookin' for a home
In the heart of the country
I'm gonna move, I'm gonna go
I'm gonna tell
country now
He'll be singing for Toyota by the fall
That's not true
John's a patriot!
He's not like you
He's a-
Jesus Christ, it stinks here low
nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
moonlight
Motor trips, how about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And Franklin Roosevelt looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in
ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I
you pullin' shit together, I can tell, baby (oh yeah)
Is you single or what?
I need a girl from the country
I need a girl from Kentucky
I need
on
Tell me which one hits you, baby
Yeah, what's your country song?
Yeah, what's your country song?
Do your exes live in Texas?
Are you so lonesome
you smile
Underneath the sky of blue
On this new morning, new morning
On this new morning with you
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?
Automobile
all country and Western
We're northern and southern
Sisters and brothers
Motor city down to Mississippi
Vegas lights to Atlantic City, yeah
chair and a guitar
Singing sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
All night long
All night
I wanna get high
On some low country
Where the sun meets the water
traffic jams
Motor boys and girls with tans
Nearly-was and almost-rans
I remember this
History is made
History is made to seem unfair
I recall that
over before we go under
Hey country, didn't say what you meant
Just changed the brand new funky president
Stock market going up, jobs going down
over before we go under
Hey country, didn't say what you meant
Just changed the brand new funky president
Stock market going up, jobs going down
We got to get over
Before we go under
Hey, country
Didn't say what you meant
Just changed
Brand new funky President
Stock market going up
And there's sweet Sue with a new tattoo
Wearin' them low cut jeans
Long legged babo is dancin' on the table
Slams like the poker machine
Here comes Billy,
Motor trips, how about you
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And James Durantes looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in the movie show
The windmills and the water tanks all stand on solid ground
The country mailman mutters as he motors into town
The sunlight came, the sunlight
gotta get over before we go under
Hey country, didn't say what you meant
Just changed the brand new funky president
Stock market going up, jobs going
moonlight motor trips, how about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in
traffic jams
Motor boys and girls with tans
Nearly-was and almost-rans
I remember this
History is made
History is made to seem unfair
I recall that
moonlight
Motor trips, how about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And Franklin Roosevelt looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in
a life of mass confusion, it's a heavy load
I'm ready to trade the fast lane for a country road
There's a New York skyline but there's no sunshine
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