C-O-U-N-T-R-Y Lyrics

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i ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car

but i drunk a little shine from a mason jar.

i know how to work and how ta have fun

i'm a good-timin' blue-collar son-of-a-gun

i like monster trucks tractor pulls country fairs

huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.

that's the way i'm gonna be 'till the day i die

c-o-u-n-t-r-y

my baby looks hot in her high heel shoes

she looks even cooler in her cowboy boots.

she can dance to the music all night long

she's a stick of dynamite she's bad to the bone.

she likes boogy woogy ragae rap pop and soul

hip-hop blues and rock and roll.

if you really want to know what drives her wild c-o-u-n-t-r-y

you might not know it by the way we talk

we might not show it by the way we walk

but we're true and tried genuine certified c-o-u-n-t-r-y

that's the way we're gonna be until the day we die

c-o-u-n-t-r-y

i said c-o-u-n-t-r-y

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