Lyrics:
Just a country freak
Just a country freak
Just a country freak
Here here by my self
By my self
Just a country freak
Just a country freak
Here
Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey, country, everybody sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Check it out, a small town,
Too country what's that
Is it like too Republican or too Democrat
Is it too far to the left
Too far to the right
Too straight down the middle
Way back up in the country, back in the hills
Down in the hollows where the folks are real
Livin' with the crazzies and the old wildcats
Sawed off
I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have
country's roots
You want to slam ol Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you
I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue
That ain't us, That
Waiting, got no town to hide in
The country's got a hold of my soul
TV's dead and there ain't no war in my head, no
And you seem very beautiful
a breeze
Country roads
Take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mama
Take me home
Country roads
All my memories gather 'round her
Miner's
the country
Now I know you're gonna say
Back in the country
Don't you wish that you had stayed
Back in the country
Where the roses still grow wild
Back
Let's throw a twilight cookout
We two, you two, no more
Way out somewhere in the country
Where we've never been before
Let's throw it
light
Crank that country up loud, it's a small town throwdown
Oh, we 'bout to throwdown, son
Now we got a field full of daisy dukes
Round here we
props to the radio
'Cause if you know me, I was raised on country
It's the only reason that I survived
Every breakup and every party
It's
end.
That's a country thang.
People who don't live it just might think we've gone insane.
But though the folks down home, we can stand right up
country song
Rifles, gun racks and old pick-up trucks
Winos and hobos that ran out of luck
A cafe on Main Street that's been there so long
I am a hit
the same in Hollywood
Or right in my own kitchen
I believe in fussin' when you're mad
And scratchin' when you're itchin'
I'm a plain old country boy
You are a girl from the country
Your eyes remind me of the sun
You came to visit in the city
And won the heart's of everyone
You are a girl
Oh my
Life has passed me by
The country I was brought up in
Fell apart and died
Oh no
Love's no longer there
Cold wind blew away the sun
I hear people talkin' bad,
About the way we have to live here in this country,
Harpin' on the wars we fight,
And gripin' 'bout the way things
the same in Hollywood
Or right in my own kitchen
I believe in fussin' when you're mad
And scratchin' when you're itchin'
I'm a plain old country boy
Sure sounds good to a country boy like me
Another rainy afternoon
Through the window of my room
Children playing in the rain
Hear the dinner bell
Home
like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
All my memories
country blues keep a rockin'
K-k-k-keep that soul beat a-sockin'
Heavy country blues keep a rockin'
K-k-k-keep that soul beat a-sockin'
I miss you
at my back, my heart is full of stars
And I'm gonna be a country girl again
Oh yes, I'm gonna be a country girl again
With an old brown dog and a big
I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life
And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain't what
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