Lyrics:
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
and lovin': I can't get enough
Well, that's country
I was raised a country child
Now, that's country
Baby, that's my style
Got me a pick-up
I got
There's a place dear to me
Where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old country church
There with mother we went
And our Sundays were spent
There's a place dear to me
Where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old country church
There with mother we went
And our Sundays were spent
This is country
Country
Count- (one, two, three, four)
Souped up, jacked up, turn it up, feel the love
Trucker hat, western snap, Wrangler
I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President
So can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country
twenty deep
My country people how far
Wagwan
My country people haffa?
My country people how far how far
My country people how far
How far Howfar k way k
a little loose, you can move that
Move that, ah yeah
I'll take you dancin' in the country
Levi's in them low beams
Spin you in some red dirt
Sweep you
You boys ready to get in them woods?
That's right
We cut 'em all Jack, yeah we tote them shot guns
We cut 'em all Jack, country boys don't ever run
No matter where I'm at, man, I know
I got that old country soul
That boondock swag in my stroll
Rock it wherever I roll
I got that old country
I
Now die for your country
Your country needs you
But if you come back home
No one will give a damn
You may have one a battle
But you haven't won
like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
All my memories, they
these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm
Hey, I'm a country man
A city boy can't do the things I can
I can grow my own groceries
And salt cure
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old country church
There with mother we went, and our Sundays were spent
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
family in South and North Carolina (c'mon)
L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
New York think everybody else sound
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
someone to lean on,
When you look, there's no one there
You're gonna find me, out in the country,
Yeah, you're gonna find me, way out in the country,
Where
the country, save the country, save the country, save the country
Come on children! Sons and mothers
Keep the dream of the two young brothers
Gonna catch
They all mean well
I will remember them
(Oh boy)
Gotta get yourself back to the country now, country now
(Oh boy)
Gotta get yourself back
Let's put the O back in country
Well I'm rollin' like a freight train
Comin' straight at you
Playing hillbilly music like I was born to do
You know
On the country side of heaven
You walk along the emerald brooks
Where the fish are always bitin'
You don't even need a hook, nah-ah
Horses run
History books tell us little of the times
When the nation dukeless held the country's reign
At the very twilight of tenth century
Moravians remained
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