Lyrics:
say
I'm a country boy
Playing guitars
Making country noise
In a big truck
We call it country toys
All the pretty girls
Like country boys
Country down by
can bet your boots
That I'll be leaving
Just as fast as I can
I wanna go home
With the armadillo
Good country music
From Amarillo to Aboline
gone make it home in a jacked truck cause
Bonfire girl but she bougee
Luccassee on no Gucci
Shoot a shotgun like uzi
She country but listen
a country girl ten for sure
She's an angel and polite
But she's gonna confess
She's an devil in disguise
In her Sunday dress
Hair in a braid
Hair in a mess
Wait, till the sun goes down, then we'll go walkin', down by the sea,
It's been a long time, for my girl and me
Take a trip, down by the shore,
boys, and the country boys, they come from miles around,
To defy their king and country, save the poor folks from the hand,
Of the thieving dukes
I started writing country songs in 1962
Just a dream that I had on my mind
My girl and I got married in 1963
We tried so hard to keep our dreams
a little lady in a jacked- up Ford
I like a girl in a truck a big four wheel drive
Stereo blaring playing "Country Boy can Survive"
She's down home
Then one night as I lay down dreaming
Of home and poor mother and dad,
Like a flash by my bedside was standing
The form of my Blue Velvet Band.
I
that brass pole Cause this WAP is country made (Give it up)
Take a shot, shot, shot
Booty drop, drop, drop
Daisy Dukes cut real low
Lukewarm White Claw
That country girl has her ways
To make a grown man go insane
The way she movin' it in them jeans
Can make a good man go crazy, yeah
Country, that's
to Louisville the home town of my heart
There's bound to be a girl somewhere that you like best of all
Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall
across the sky
Lighting up Broadway, as the pretty girls walk by
The band brings thunder with little chance of rain
Still Tennessee lightning will wash
moon night
In the bed of my Chevy
Underneath the cab light
She's my down home southern belle
Always with me raisin' hell
Strawberry Wine make a country
tell so well
I met this girl her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked on the microphone
When I met Joan I took her home
She was just like
Farewell my country, a long farewell
My tale of anguish, no tongue can tell
For I'm forced to fly o'er the ocean wide
From the home I love by Lough
the country boys and girls find their beat
Rolling down these country roads where freedoms in the air
With a cold drink and a country song we got not a care
In
Just like you
Listen
She might sound a little country
But that's just what I like
Mm, the way that girl walk by me
I thought she modeled in a magazine
Way down in the country, let them city boys sleep
Back here in the woods, off the road, it ain't no streets
And we're standin' around the fire,
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
Well it was just the other day
I was walkin' down the street
And I saw you standin' by yourself
You were looking so cute in your black daisy dukes
from down home.
This young man has never been north before.
I want you to listen to me, I got something to tell
You.
He heard about Chicago.
He
her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak
Funky fresh tunes
And you're walking down the street
And you're trying to find the girl
That you really want to meet
You're flying past
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