Lyrics:
fun, come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
time
Quebec's getting restless
And the rest of the country does not know why
Indian woman, whoa, registers no surprise
There are no politics
When
Was heading to wine country with my friends
For a day of song and wine
We'd been to hell and back and back again
And really needed to unwind…yeah
on the road tonight
Blue jean babies, old heart breakers
I had a party with some quakers
Heartworn highways, country singers
Radio's full old
ain't gonna leave till they throw you out
If you crank it up when the sun goes down
Then you're my kind, my kind of crowd
I ain't the country club type
If you're nobody's business or you're front page news
Rock, Country or Delta Blues
Tell your truth however you choose
And do it all for the sake
living in today
Up and down, look around
No need to hide yourself away
Out in the country's where I'm going
Back where the tree of life's still
enough
Country girls got a way of their own
Know how to love till the cows come home and then some
And then some moon will shine
And then some
El Lute
He had only seen the dark side of life
The man they called El Lute
And he wanted a home
Just like you and like me
In a country where all
was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose,
Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
A horror story
Okay we stole you from your mother and we beat you red and bloody
And we made you build a country and we never gave you nothing
But
can see
Now I got good friends out in Texas
And I got family in Tennessee
But this here country boy's from California
Ain't no place I'd rather be
three team gone
Ring me alarm
Remember this sound it de talk of the down
Talk of the country, hey
Rock mr. Charlie, rock ms Munchy
Talk
Is there nothing sacred anymore
When celebrities are deified
And we're still calling some
Countries third world and
Crimes against little
blowin' good on that dro that's me
Dirty south, straight country, 105 that's me
[jbo]
See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
That he's
countryfied
Now tell me whattcha really know about the country side
[Skinny DeVille]
I been in the wild slums po'
Now won'chu tell me whattcha'll know
countrified
Now tell me whatcha really know about the country side
I been in the wild slums po'
Now won'chu tell me whatcha'll know about them country folk
comin' into style
Comin' down the road for a country mile or two
So happy just to see you smile
Underneath the sky of blue
On this new morning, new
queers and phoney virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know exactly where I'd
The country's black and the cities are bright
On this flight, through the night
On this flight, historic night
Here comes a city
Fine fine strychnine free the mind cure the blind
Ho ho recline to the country a-goldmines
I got it comin' out-a my ears
Fine fine take your time
the country
A spaceship
In the country
And we're flying
Into green
We're flying
Into green
I told you a thousand times
(I told you a thousand times)
either crunk in the club)
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang, uhh
(Call us country or Southerners mayn)
(We
I love this fucking country
And she loved me more than I could imagine
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic
Pan away from
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