Lyrics:
You didn't see it coming ain't it
Yes sir
Heyo J boy get them youngins
Going country blood
We gotta keep it on a bad man level
You know
We gone
the simple life
He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watchin' afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner
the simple life
He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watchin' afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner
liquor out the bottle
How the good Lord intended it, yes he did
I love my country, I love my country
Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
Country women now, what you gonna do with your life
Country women now, why don't you get out of this life
Leave my life alone
The first time I met
Little bit of country
Makes me feel so lucky
Little bit of country
Makes me feel so happy
Little bit of country
Makes me feel so healthy
Little bit
Country ain't country no more
He told his daddy catch up with the times
He said now a days
People trade heifers online
Dad ain't sealing deals with
the fame
Strip me to my drawers
And you still gon' find the same old
Country Azz Nigga country Azz Nigga
Way before the house way before the cars
I was
on a country hill
The skyscrapers and streetlights
Over a fault line
And it’s standing still
We buried the secrets
We buried the shame in Mississippi
But there
Country boy providing for my family
Country boy I put on for the team
Country boys that don't mind getting dirty
Country boys working hard for that
to the country
Where the guns stay loaded
Cell phones don't work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch
Welcome to the country let the Chevy 8 drop
Bring the 'shine
When you see them, boys with them faded jeans ol cowboy hats, boots, and 23's. Dem is country boys and hell yeah I'm one We love God family country
Rasta country,
I have to live here,
Where there is love,
Your heart will always be at peace
There's nowhere else I would rather be
Than in Rasta
Well, I like my lovin' done country style
And this little girl would walk a country mile
To find her a good ol' slow talkin' country boy
I said
Well, I like my lovin' done country style
And this little girl would walk a country mile
To find her a good ol' slow talkin' country boy
I said
This is country
Get some dirt on your boots
Guns you can shoot
In trucks we all cruise
This is country, This is country
This is country
Get some dirt
country swag
Well that's country
Country cool
I know what I like
And I'm nobody's fool
That's country
That's country swag
Yeah that's country
I'm just
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We say country rich, but our pockets ain't heavy
All it means
hip to sing about tractors, trucks,
Little towns, or mama, yeah that might be true.
But this is country music and we do
Do you like to drink a cold
Hey, Ru
Yeah?
You mind if I turn on the radio?
That's the best idea I've heard all day, Tanya (this is our country ay-ay-ay)
(When a queen is
Shit I'll tell you what, you better get up on this truck
It's country boy living here baby, yeah
Roll the dice anytime I feel lucky
Scared money
Ain't no better place in the country than the country, no
Downtown cities, man, they sure look pretty
When you're lookin' out at the skyline
But
She wears loafer shoes, a dungaree
Red jacket shirt if you please
My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl
Well, I mean what I
She wears loafer shoes, a dungaree
Red jacket shirt if you please
My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl
Well, I mean what I
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