Lyrics:
I’m a real thing singing songs about real life
Chorus:
And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain’t what I
Crank up a few songs
Gonna get on outta here a little later on
You know out in the country don't make no plans
Throw it out there, see where it lands
we sing and play on our dancers across the country.
Songs that reflect the emotion of the people that live in the night life.
Songs of happiness
to allow
You're my singer
Lemme be your song
No matter what you want to do
Let me pick along
I just want to sing along
Country ladies
Take us by the hand
to some George Strait,
George Jones country love songs,
you'll change your mind.
Well let me broaden your horizons,
teach you 'bout the finer
is mine and heaven too
You give me your arms
And your arms are like angel wings,
Sweet to my ear is the song ev'ry bluebird sings
Each rosebud
Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by
Spanish moss, little hick town squares
Wild roses on a river bank
To the country I'm going
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring your guitar along
We'll sing some songs and we'll have some fun
The sky is crying and it's time
city, town and country lane
you hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy
the sniper sleeps at night
No birthday songs to sing again
Just bricks and stones to give them
Wrap them up in your father's flags
And let them cry
the beaten path, yeah
Like a deep groove country song baby
I wanna turn you on, yeah
Off the beaten path
One foot on the dash and one on the floorboard
Off
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
tans
Down by the riverside
Getting through the day, hell, they just can't wait
To congregate 'round a cold beer sign
And tie one on to a jukebox song
this country
And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
And that far-off sound of freedom's
Gonna be an echo from the past
And the final tune
I don't know why the sun don't shine
Just listen to my music all the time
And I don't know why people pass me by
Just to sitting here singing my song
Louisiana by the old bayou
Everybody grooving on the Zydeco chaud
Little bitty baby and her old grand ma
Digging on the rhythm of the Zydeco song
Come
Pressed my lips on your sun-burnt skin
On a road by the river bend
Standing underneath the dead end sign
We swam around underneath the moon
Somebody's gotta sing this song
I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole american way
I
From the heart of the black country
When I was a robber
In Boston place
You gathered 'round me
With your fine embrace
Hey Jude, don't make
a field of corn
Body like a honey comb
Smile like a country song
Baby, where you've been?
That girl, that girl, that girl
That girl, that girl, that girl
and as the time went by
We found that we liked living free that way
I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
I
I picked last night in Tucson I
Sang 'em a country song
Missed my plane this morning Lord cause
We parted all night long
I'm out here now usin' my
Turn it up
I wake up, put a dip in, crack a cold one
Put my boots and my overalls on
This is the country boy song
I like to gig frogs
I like
Where have the rebels gone
We don't need another pretty boy singing pretty songs
Fake country boys, doing country all wrong
Need another Haggard
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