Lyrics:
got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country in her
Ah yeah
Friday, soho
That's where all the cool, cool people go
Shake
my life like a country song (livin my life like a country song)
Oh will I get it back,
I'm livin like I'm in a Willie Nelson track
Its bad, so sad, I
gone
Livin my life like a country song
Maybe I stumble when I walk the line
But no ones gonna catch me on the other side
I've got no friends in low
that country livin' we just having a blast
Throw that fishing line up in the lake and catch me a bass
No stranger to some danger boy Ive been in some
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
we would move to Newark
I took a deep breath leaving everything I knew behind
The country air the green grass and my piece of mind
Harassed by white
the sewer dance when I die (when I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (when I cry)
I was born to kill, livin' is a crime (is a crime)
Nikes in
the tourists in and Ray keeps them away
Let there be country and let the country play
Let there be country
Ernest Tubb's got all of the soul he's had for
idea of a peeping tom
So officer, please let me go
'cause I've done no wrong
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't
a country
Bout to tap to that map gold rush
Robust toast to us a must
Them eyes of lust make a fuss
Saloon goon meet em at high noon
Silence they riot don't
I get a rush when I brush up against your lovin?
Feelin's start to flow, ooh and there I go in your lovin?
Find myself at ease when you're lovin? me
take the country from me
It's my way of livin'
It was god givin'
Just livin' my country life
Big green John Deere
Plantin' rice in the field
Stirrin'
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto (yeah, yeah)
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
His-story in the underground
Her legacy grown and profound
Once a city now is rubble now
Once a town's a country now
Touchdown in the vehicle
It's the shell
time
This is livin' in the U. S. A.
Well this is life, this is Prime Time
This is livin' the American way
Well livin' in the country watchin'
time
This is livin' in the U. S. A.
Well this is life, this is Prime Time
This is livin' the American way
Well livin' in the country watchin'
mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt
Came here to give y'all fair warnin'
Country folks wont be pushed around
And there's some of us livin' in
time for Atlanta
Nigga make million off his country grammar
In Detroit they don't think twice
Thousand pounds, hundred bricks yea that good life
of a juvenile still
Livin' a child life (You can be touched)
Thinkin' he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggas better slow down
(You can be touched)
'Cause you
spinners move
From the country to the city
This is how we do
Ballin, ballin how we get it, how we livin
Front, back, side to side
Move your body, make it
it real slow down a dirt road
Watching that corn grow up in rows
Country born, country bred
Country livin' y'all 'til I'm dead
Always keep
in a hurry like I gotta go and get it
By the time that I'm thirty gotta be with it
clways worried aint no way to be livin
cint no way to be livin
And its kickin'
But it ain't chicken
But it's livin' for a city
So sick 'n' tired
Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file
Senile or Chile
They said it
to earn your keep,
But in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd,
But I'm loud, proud and country by
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