Lyrics:
alright for country trash
I got a mackinaw and a hunting dog
A cap that I ordered from the catalog
A big tall tree that shades the yard
A big fat sow
ties run deep in this land
And I'm never very far from what I am
I was born country, and that's what I'll always be
Like the rivers
Family ties run deep in this land
And I'm never very far from what I am
I was born country, and that's what I'll always be
Like the rivers
alright for country trash
I got a mackinaw and a hunting dog
A cap that I ordered from the catalog
A big tall tree that shades the yard
A big fat sow
The city streets are friendless and cold I walk them mile after mile
I'm a country boy a singing the blues the blues country style
Nobody stops
decorations on the big tree in the church yard
Will make the folks for miles around sing I Saw the Light.
We're gonna have a country christmas
We're gonna
I think I know now what's making me sad
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly
When I was a younger man
Got lucky with a rock 'n' roll band
Struck gold in Hollywood
All that time I knew I would
Get back to the country
Back
When I was a younger man
Got lucky with a rock 'n' roll band
Struck gold in Hollywood
All that time I knew I would
Get back to the country
Back
I need to touch
A live unbeaten earth
So that's where I'm going
I know a town in N.W. Mexico
Where the sun is gold and life exists
Hideaway
Country is a havin' the good times
Listen to the music singing your part
Country is walkin' in the moonlight
Country is all in your heart
Country is a havin' the good times
Listen to the music singing your part
Country is walkin' in the moonlight
Country is all in your heart
the hammer down,
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown!
Canyonero! (Yah!) Canyonero!
[Krusty:] Hey Hey
The Federal Highway commission has
Making country money
Making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Making that country money
Dripping like
And a jukebox by my dear
Singing cold beer country
'Cause it’s cold beer country round here
I’ve been getting out and getting in it all day long
Tonight I’m
a banana boat
And him gone aboard
Because him say every weh better than yard
But when him touch certain countries
See the system of fraud
Him haffi run back
Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters
Right outside of this one church town
There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin'
Got a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground
This is
While evrybody played out in the yard
I said I'll never stop till I've reached the very top
When I'm the best banjo picker in this whole country
[ banjo ]
beers cheap and cold
I like chairs that rock and fold
I like long cut wintergreen Skoal
And Redman's what I chew (yeah, that's all, woo)
Got a yard
A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine
Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain
It's such a contradiction, a heart that's filled with
that in your country song, yeah
Take that one to number one, yeah
And get the whole world singing along, yeah
Stick that in your country song, yeah
Born a poor young country boy
Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside a mountain stream
See her
the country
Singing
Oh feelin' good Baby
I know there's someone
Someone who needs you
Walkin' through the country together
And love's gonna
Come
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