Lyrics:
to ask
His name is George Mullotte
Cause his hair is an example to his way of life
Short with his temperaments, goals and strife
Longs with his drunkard
unwind
Country boy we leaning sliding
All by design
Fat sacks and fine dimes
Fat ass's like fine wine
Cold beer and fire shine
Left and right watch me
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
take the country from me
It's my way of livin'
It was god givin'
Just livin' my country life
Big green John Deere
Plantin' rice in the field
Stirrin'
on the overpass
And your whole life passed before you, from the old days and the honky-tonks
To that last shot of vodka, and all them miles in between.
George
eyes you ain't from the city
Girl
Show me your country
The way you lit up when the DJ put on that George Strait song
You didn't get one word wrong
heel, so don't you ever cry for me,
I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come,
Take a ride through the country.
Up, dressed, and gone by
and a girl, Patsy
More was not to be
Chorus
George Washington, the father
Of the USA
A farmer, general, president
The first to lead the way
When war broke out
it sure was gorgeous
But I know Jones and Strait will always be my favorite Georges
Where'd my country go?
And when was the last time you heard Yoakam
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
a sappy country song
A life of troubles drank Keith Whitley to death
I guess I understand his pain
So if you know any of his stuff by chance
That's what I
of the motherfuckin' tracks
That's no lie Bubba, that's the way of life 'round here
Got a problem then we fuckin' scrap
Hillbillies on the front porch bumpin' our
a judge
Oh you can't breath i can not breath too.
I'm just annoyed by the fact that i'm looking at you
You don't matter all lifes matter, wait a minute
Smoking’ on that George Bush
This that shit that we ride to
(Yea Yea Yea)
Okay
Aye aye
Okay
Bad bitch she a lil me
Pretty bitch no lil B
X nigga he
And believe me, you can't just ignore
The way that George Floyd was killed by police
Cause he was black, he'll never breathe, no more
The whole world cries
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Yeah, I came by it honest from my pawpaw
'Cause he laid his roots down here
An you can hear it in the way that I talk, y'all
And the way I wear
could live the lines of a George Strait song
That'd be a real good place to start, a place we can all belong
If Country was a town
Not a lock on a door
control
To seize a Modern Way
Where the next George Floyd won't still be flippin' coins
For life or death each day
Against those blue boys that we all pay
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till
to these country ways my feet belong
To these country ways my feet belong
Ain't covering up with boots or thongs
Open to the elements weak or strong
My
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