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to the ones told by bards in
The bars to the country folks 
Twas one big low, when the song of our freedom was sung in a foreign tongue 

Let's toast to freedom

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Na, na, na, na, na, na
(Tre X in this bitch, yeah)

I ain't doing bad on my own, yeah
Imma get this cash by my lone-ly
Yeah,

whole country was built by immigrants man
Like go back far enough and because of a militant land
Your ancestors fled here for peace from pestilant famine

Driving down the road while you are sitting next to me
Got that old Chevy fixed, the way that it has to be
When an old school-style country song is

Or write a new verse from time to time 
She'd make a rusty hook all sharp and shine
When writers heard their songs got cut by stars
On the radio, up in

HIP HOP
AIN'T IN THE MOOD FOR SOUTHERN ROCK
ALL I WANNA HEAR OUT OF THAT JUKEBOX
IS A COUNTRY SONG.

BY GEORGE
PLAY ANYTHING BY GEORGE
THAT'S WHAT I

Dam in the vicinity
Heal 'em with the Spirit in

My people round the globe, would you like to know
About the country that I'm from? kill 'em in their

And she made me feel so good
From Marina Del Rey
To he stopped lovin her today
And a couple other great country songs.
We fell in love somewhere in between

On a warm summer night in '76, sweetened by country air
We sat on the porch 3 a.m. our senses dulled from drinking beer
The conversation hit a lag

Write me a letter 'cause I haven't read anything in weeks
Except my textbooks and some notes I jotted down 'cause I
Was gonna write a song for you
I

the cord
The games gettin' floored by a girl in a Ford
(Ha ha) beach blonde hair and she 5'4"
Cosigned by me, blow smoke on them girl
Ayy hold up, Diesel

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A

IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU

Going to the bush, gotta shine my boots
Take a shot with Jack, gotta push on through 
Sending all night by the fire, let’s raise some hell

The pond

country stand by ee own.

Chorus:
Di lighter swing cross like tarzan,
mic a ask weh yuh wa song
culture call and ee pass on,
Jamaican soil weh u walk pon,

went out of my way on holiday to get shit for you
Every country we went to
Let me remind you that it was four
Five fucking flights
And a sixth to get

And so when flooded by the life, I wrote this slowly
So eleven songs later, you get to know me
This year, twenty-eighteen was in my dreams
Build a team by

only bleedin' every grain in me
Fans, if it's not for you, there'd be no PE
From the Nashville Skyline
To the homeboys and girls of South Country
In this

Daddy Sang Bass

Connie Smith

Sunday Morning

1970

singin' for a country mile
Though little brother has done gone on we'll rejoin him in a song
We'll be together again up yonder in a little while
[ Both ]

Lost in the waves, tossed by the wind am I
Caught like a ship in the grip of a wave on the blue
Back in the country where mother nature is wasting

Redneck for Real

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

on that asphalt 
Looking dingy and cracked out
[?] Whistlin' Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Conor McGregor of country rap, that is evident
I

op country songs
Van Dolly Parton
En Johnny Cash

Ik heb working nite to by
Was welkom op mijn gsm
Ik raak helemaal betoverd
Door dat klikje in

a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.

of makin my own sound

I got a one track mind, there ain't no way to slow it down
I got a one track mind, song by song I'm Nashville bound
You can blame it

The High Life

Colt Ford

Thanks for Listening

2014

chicken that's finger lickin',
Front porch little guitar pickin'
Sweet tea and apple pie,
Country girl by my side,
So right it can't be wrong,
Wanna hear