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One two three four
How many guns can a country hold 
Five six seven eight
How many bodies in our wake 
Bang bang, bring the hell 
No where left

wrong,
and wanna turn on that old country song.
But, maybe, he was the one that was wrong.

Lying here, beneath the stars,
wondering why i blamed myself

nothing of the kind

There is no true escape

I'm watching all the time

I'm made of metal

My circuits gleam

I am perpetual

I keep the country clean

I'm

you're red

You're red, white and blue

Country through and through

If your arms are tan and your chest is white

And your idea of eatin' right 

Is

and drinks, laughs & gets high.
To country music, a little soul, it's a rock 'n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
Everybody's dancin', groovin'

My country tis of thee, as a child I was proud.
Now I am much older, my opinion's changed by leaps and bounds.
Save the environment is what you say

tell you what you wanna believe"
Well he said
"You dedicate your soul for god, country and Rock 'n Roll
And get America high
And get America high"
We

Chorus (4x)

Since i made White Horse
they think I hate white folks
Oh man thats gotta be a white joke
It ain't what I done to my country
It's what my

take it real bad,
I was the very first son she had.
Chorus: Up the next morning a brand new day,
The day the called me to go away,
To serve my country

to the officer's lies

That we've even got a country

You say we're independent

And we've even got the right to choose

Well we're sick of doing nothing

We'd like

wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music

the truth is so hard to find
They have purchased a controlling interest
in the country's mind

A man grows up, he gets a job and dies
I just throw up when my

boy
get used to my place
get ya used to my pain
get used to my name
I don't need cop automatic
but I usually aim
I F*$K with them country boys
That's

Earth
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect

This is my country
And I live in it

to do something for this running country

Bosna could be your hand
Bosna could be my hand
Bosna could be our hand
Save this planet the Bosna

Don't let

or infirmary
cause you'd have a dose ae the flu or even plurisee
if ye didnae have your feet in your wellys.

Or when your out walkin' in the country wae a bird

when you were you,
Not who your turning into,

Tie a string around my finger, to remind me to love you
And im a country away, ill be thinking of you,

they talkin' about?
Mans way too lit to be walkin' around
Talk of the country, not talk of the town
Get the drop on a opp, stalkin' 'em down

country to head in the right direction
And that doesn’t mean perfection
Anything that’s brings us all together
Make the country better
A country worth

A piece of land
Making things grown with my own two hands
Coming home
Weary to the bone
At the end of the day
Country stores
Beat up fords
And songs with

tea, corn bread
Country to the bone
That girl is homegrown

He's gotta tatoo that says F-you
He's a gator fan and Bush man
He'll detend porn from his

I'm still too country for my radio
Too small town for the big show
I punch out at five and guess where I go
Same ol' bar down the same ol' road

country old style feels
It's the mud pit out on 29
Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine
It's cruisin Main Street past closin time
The trucker at bills

Comfy,
She nuh waan see me monthly
I still call her when I'm in the country
Gettin money
Mi love it
Cya tell me nuttin
Mi an mi Shawty a touch di