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Red Army Blues

The Waterboys

The Whole of the Moon: The Music of the Waterboys & Mike Scott

1998

We'd become too westernized!
Used to love my country
Used to be so young
Used to believe that life was
The best song ever sung
I would have died for

insurance

So sick
Of you lying to me
Does this face
Look like I'm happy
So sick
Of you lying to me
Admit your defeat

Got no home
In the great country
Put my

My Love

Justin Timberlake

FutureSex/LoveSounds [Clean]

2006

Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the country side
Sitting in the grass, laying side by side
You can be my baby
Let me make you

My Love

Justin Timberlake

FutureSex/LoveSounds

2006

Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the country side
Sitting in the grass, laying side by side
You can be my baby
Let me make you

mugged if ya go downtown

I live back in the woods you see
My woman, my kids, and my dogs and me

I got a shotgun and rifle and a 4-wheel drive
A country

YOUR CITY FROM GIVING
ME A HARD TIME WHEN I PARK MY CAR
GIVE ME COUNTRY LIVING 
THEREu0027S ROOM OUT HERE FOR LIVING
EVERYBODY STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE

Might sound a little crazy 
I guess it's something that they put in my whiskey down in Tennessee 

So here's your country song 
Throw some boots

fucked by a country boy
Rammed, rammed, rammed by a redneck
Spread, spread, spread by an inbred 
Who's kinda got your daddy's voice?

If you've never

for you
I'd bust five hundred bronchos
Just to prove my love is true

Oh, Little Country Miss
Yoddle loh lay hee ooh lah lah
You ride your steed with so

a nigga try to touch me
I need a real one by my side
Is you really down to ride
I need to know what's on your mind
Would you stay if I went blind
Would you

on a country road
Stood behind an old man at the grocery store, baby
Every once in a while, it’s just good for your soul
To get stuck behind a tractor

resources
And many of these countries have the capacity to feed their 
Starving people and the children we always see digging for 
Food in trash

Pancho, no Lefty, no small southern town
No beer for your horses, no rodeo clown
No Jesus, no preachin', no old country church
No midnight ramblin', no

was
Cause country is what country does, they aint no way your gonna find em like us
Cause I was born and raised in the dirt and mud, made a killin off

I've got to leave 
Gotta serve my country 
Freedom don't come free 
Gotta serve my country 

Stuck here in a trench hole 
I hold your photo to my chest

Raise your flag for your country
Wooo ooo ooo
We win you lose we're happy
Written by: Jacques Ambroise

Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too|All up in your city flexin' down the avenue|But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do|That

with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in

I'm just a country boy
Sitting on a midnight train
I don't care what they do
I'm gonna do my thing
Somebody lift your glass high
Tell me if you feel

my smile 
Tear the back roads up for a while 
Park down by the riverside 
Crack a beer sittin on ice 
You read my life like a book 
Let me give you

kin
Boils my blood
But it's where my name begins
Old country home
Sprouting weeds from seeds I'd sown
Eating lies for breakfast
Putting thieves up

anarchy?
Conclusion
This is your friendly stupid weatherman reminding you
that when they can't have their anarchism I have to
make it right for them, every

and my people can't take it no more
They kill us, they cage us, no justice, no peace
Revolution coming for sure
Let's see if things change with your blood

livin' my dream by 22

I'm makin' moves (makin' moves, yeah), start off with something new
Bitch I got a purpose, cross the country with my crew
I'm makin'