Lyrics:
ever did was
Enslave you and pillage you
Stop honouring a country that's
Responsible for killing you sound the alarm
The government is tryna do us harm
Completely out of order
You're a country with no border
You're my freak
You're my freak
You're my freak
You're my freak
Forgetting all the words
on Riverside, Friday night, red cup raised up
High with the radio on
We can't band up how we live around here
In a three minute country song
There's
you want nothing to do with this boy
That was standing in your driveway
Singing you a country song
Nothing to do with this truck
Now I'm staring
If you're travelin' to the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
Oh, she once was
on a backroad
So we can make a little magic in the back row
Fog up the windows
I hope this country road never takes me home
Never takes me home
And we hit
love lolololo Love
lolololo Love Lolololo love
Lolo love lolololo love
I love this country yeahh yeah yeahhh
America aaah aaa aaa, I love you sooo oo
be a little better two-stepper
Trade these Chucks for some worn-out leather boots
And walk a country mile in 'em
Taste the Rocky Mountain High
the country
Where there's trucks, ducks, bucks, and beers
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Trucks, ducks, bucks, and beers
Long as they're sellin' corn
Rolling through the coal country, East on 91
I'll make West Virginia, by the dawn of the morning sun
These people are my family, under the mattress
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See I grew
getting my metaphor on
Linoleum is a Flooron
I'm an oxymoron
It's time to be alarmed
We're not being healed, we're being harmed
Our country's being
are locked on mine
Oh, we'll fill the metro skies with country air
And when you close your tired eyes
I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there
Now, I may be
An old-fashioned country girl
But when it comes
To loving you
Honey I know what to do
Now I put
All my pride aside
I won't be
"(I'ma just do it)"
Country boy from the panhandle
Country boy from the panhandle
No golf lesson, just God's blessin'
Nothin' he can't handle
Dis how I live kill me and you gon' get killed
In red monkeys I'm a donkey I love stuntin'
Love money love my city, boys call me country country
I do
Ain't the way I do, hey, I do
What’s the reason you keep telling me you want me
Best believe in how we get down in the country
In the streets
to bed
I know this lady, way down in my country
She is so pretty that my eyes throw disguises at me
An we will sit and wonder 'bout our future
But now I'm
the city
Or the one in the country
O how a nigga so hot numba one
In the country, ever since I did it big
Big money big stuntin'
Or is it my nigga that
the ages
Got wiped off the map for 12 dollars a load
Chorus: They call it the hill country, I call it beautiful
I'd call it progress if it could be saved
If you're traveling to north country fair
Where the winds hits heavy on borderline
Remember me to the one who lives there
She once was a true love
it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
I'm a country ass nigga
Without his country's confidence
Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt or consequence
This bloody-minded S.O.B.
Has not w ound to mend
And the Hitlers we handpick
To bleed their people dry
For our evil empire
The drug we're fed
To make us like it
Is God and country with a band
People we
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