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blue bird on a red clay road, kickin' up a cloud of dust. Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun. Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna grab up a fishin' pole. Every boy and girl in this part of the county gonna meet at the swimmin

from the rate race Just as fast as I can Take off my tie so I can breathe Me, I'm going where the fresh air's blowin' Take a little walk in the country with me [refrén] Walk in the country with me Watch the sun sinkin' down on the trees It's g

a dirt road full of potholes, With a creek bank and some cane poles catchin' channel cat, I'm a little more country than that, Picture a small town,with an old hound, Layin' out front of the courthouse, While the ol' men chew the fat, I'm a little more country

from the rat race Just as fast as I can Take off my tie so I can breathe Me, I’m going where the fresh air’s blowin’ Take a little walk in the country with me Walk in the country with me Watch the sun sinkin’ down on the trees It’s gonna do u

t no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh old dirt road Ain't no difference on the old dirt road Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road Trying to shovel smoke with a p

day, another night Another tired old country song You know, I sing of love delight But I know it's all wrong The life I live out on the road Is one I swear no one could love Yet I feel I must go on And sing this tired This tired old Country son

Intro]: You, you, you... [Britney]: I loved so much that I cried I danced so much til I was tired I drank some red wine and now I'm walking on the sky I had the time of my life And you know, I, I, I I'm feeling alright 'Cause I don't got to worry 'bou

I know I'm a cross country boy Down that road I'm a-singin' my joy Well I've been to every city, every city but a few And if I didn't get there, you know I'm go into. 'Cause I know I'm a cross country boy Down that road I'm singin' my joy, yeah. Well I c

I'm chillin' on a dirt road Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights It's got me reminiscing on them good times I'm turnin' off a real life drive and tha

alarm clock is a radio 95.5 gets me ready to go I'm heading to my job, drinking coffee strong And I'm doing it to country songs Around oh, 5:30 my buddies and I Hit the watering hole 'cause our whistles are dry Drinking beer, shooting pool, man yo

I love country music And I guess I always will But these days, when I turn on the radio It's just not the same thrill I like a song that gives me chillbumps Now and then there's some that still do But I'm fed up with the same old vanilla Hey how a

been sinkin' like a rock in this high society 'Cause all tha tmeans so much to them, don't mean shit to me If i were in to money, Fame and power, i'd be sold BUt i know i tried , and i just can't find that solid country gold Now i was born in

ve skipped town at the stroke of eighteen To take hold of a world I had only dreamed The city life had me intrigued Fast cars and women like I'd never seen But I'm still a country boy I haven't been back to the farm I got a tattoo on my arm I break some laws but I do no harm Don'

me just say for the sake of conversation If there’s such a thing as reincarnation But don’t you go crying for me when I’m gone Cause I’m gonna come back as a country song I’ll be playing all night in every honky tonk bar In the middle of a fiddle and

want to live for God and country I want to give for God and country It's too late for song, it's too late for what you've done I can't help what I divide in you For God and country, i'll fight For God and country, i'll die For God and country, my soul is so alive, my soul is

you're gonna play the jukebox Would you kindly keep it country ?Cause I'm feelin' so lonely tonight Oh please play a sad song about a heart that's just been stepped on Would you kindly keep it country for me tonight I'd get up off this bar stool if

do you go? (Where do you go?) Me and I we're going from east down south. Where do you go? (Where do you go?) We're going from south to the wild west. Where do you go? (Where do you go?) We're on our way from west to north. There he comes running, with a flag in his hand

s been a long time, since I've spoken to you was it the right time Your current troubles, and you know, they'll get much worse I hope you know how much you enjoy them You're a pig of a person, If there's a justice in this world hey, how about that Your lac

sing you an old country song, from the heart So I can cry your name and call you when I’m sad When you have gone, run so far from me in the trees so far Walkin’ down that old country lane, drops of rain Call upon the ones who call your name Will

to the country where I feel at home Back to the country I been gone too long Take me on back Take me on back to the country Building so high I can't see the sun They're closing in on me Car after car on this cold concrete I need some dirt under my feet Back to the countr

the simple life, three sixty-five, a jacked up truck and buckshot tires. A cold budd light and a big bonfire we just, drink and smoke and then terrorize. Tell the lies, tell the lies, you better them guys, tell them guys, as long as I'm alive we live in a count

grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette Blue collar dollars and the sun on my neck Nascar and earnhart, still miss number three Hey, I'm just as country as country can be Wide open spaces fit me like a glove Still live for my truck to be covered in mud I got hard wor

Gilbert: Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road, Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' out the window, An ice cold beer sittin in the console, Memory Lane up in the headlights, Got me reminiscing on the good times, Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right, Hi

1 If love is a battle I'm a deserter (oh oh oh-oh, eh eh eh-eh) Always On the run Like going in circles (oh oh oh-oh, eh eh eh-eh) Pre- chorus But don't you feel sorry for me I'll be in a cave No pity party for me Boxer in the ring I'll be bouncing back

me tell you about Faces I see The stately, the rugged Over and over Under dirt And sun umbrellas Their eyes on the gun Some puppy eyes Some fierce lady eyes Some warm gentleman eyes But some eyes That can't look into mine Look into mine &quo

by a butterfly on my way home Flying who knows where Walking down that dusty road Without a care The sun was shining up in the country And bells were ringing downtown Clouds were moving slow and lazy While I was kicking around And feeling out the town and the country Feeling o

Friday Howdy people? Here's a little story about an old friend of mine And to all you great folks out there This is hardcore 10-4.... Freaky friday, things ain't going my way Everything is gone, my life is a country song Oh-oh I jumped out of my bed this morning

it just a dream, were you so confused Was it just a giant leap of logic Was it the time of year, that makes a state of fear Methods, were their motives for the action And did I hear you say My country right or wrong My country right or wrong My co

outside of this one church town There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin' Got a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground This is God's country We pray for rain, and thank Him when it's fallen 'Cause it brings a grain and a little bit of money We pu

the kids out of their coats But wait the babies haven't been born Unpacking the bags and setting up And planting lilacs and buttercups But in the meantime I've got it hard Second floor living without a yard It may be years until the day My dreams will match

road I'm on with you All the way to the end I know every song you lead me to It's gonna be my friend Melody road I play all night Take my guitar and strum Find me some words that feel just right The music's gonna come from melody road. Melody from the h

see the sunrise creeping in Everything changes like the desert wind Here she comes and then she’s gone again I’m just a traveller on this earth Sure as my heart’s behind the pocket of my shirt I’ll just keep rolling till I’m in the dirt ‘Caus

the road came a tired little donkey, Much he was loaded till his head hung down. Upon this back so heavy set a big man, Singin' such a sad song As he rode into town. And the man, the man sing to the donkey, But he sing such a sad song, and the guitar he broke.

s rising I can't see the sky No room to breathe There's dirt in my eye I hear the country calling me. I long for the sweet smells of the summertime Where the tall grass grows Out on the stretch of the hillside I hear the country calling me

try - if you wanna get me down You gotta shoot me twice Watch out - you better move aside And try to realize - that I'm alive Why me - can't you see You're nothing I wanna be Back off - you should be aware diggin' in the dirt - isn't fair What

been diggin’ into the ground Won’t be stoppin’ until it’s found They might dig all the way to china That would be just fine You understand what I’m sayin’ They don’t wanna work They’re hopin’ and a prayin’ for Pay dirt Folks are goin’ to the rivers And sif

on the dashboard Head on the window Moon on a desert tree I will, I will I will stand in your light again Heard me a memory Out on the avenue Where people get What they think they need Sound of a symphony Up from the gutter The tattooed confessions Of my last good deed I wi

s put the o back in country well i'm rollin' like a freight train comin' straight at you playing hillbilly music like i was born to do you know that ain't country music you been listenin' to So are you ready for the country are you ready for me bet

are places in Havannah, That remind me of Savannah. Parts of West Virgina, That might as well be Kenya. Parts of New York City, Parts of Mississippi. Parts of Tennessee, Look like another world to me. [Chorus] Oh, oh oh, Ghetto-o-o-o, Might as well be ano

feels like I woke up one mornin' and it all changed without warnin' I don't know how our paths crossed but all I know is I've been lost Now it's hard to think That we were ever strangers [Chorus] Was it the wine or the moonlight glow or the way we were dancin on

me tell ya... Where I come from it's grits and gravy not champagne and caviar Got pickup trucks, ain't no mercedes, that's who we are (Oooooh.. Yeah I wouldn't change a thing) I ain't no saint sometimes a sinner and I can't tell you why But I get up every mornin' and than

the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold I'll meet you further on up the road Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring My lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing I got a

you can hear a country song from far and someone plays the honky-tonk guitar Where all the lights will go out one by one the people join the sun and the wind takes it away Where the Mississippi rolls down to the sea and lovers found the place they'd like to

s been playing in a room on a strip For ten years in Vegas Every night she looks in the mirror But she only ages She's been reading about Nashville and all The records that everybody's buying Says 'I'm a simple girl myself Grew up on Long Island' So she pack

> From Beale Street To Oblivion > 4 - White's Ferry Only the dirt I do believe. As memory vanishes among the leaves. Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare. Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air. Mistreating granite, li

makes us sing a sorrowful song. People in waves, they sing along. For the country to prosper. For the country to prosper. It's the country's song It's a bomb that's just covered up. Freedom Love Riot Power whores and prostitutes City of illicit sales Politics Proverty Dictatorship

if you're having trouble with the high school head He's giving you the blues You want to graduate but not in his bed Here's what you gotta do Pick up the phone, I’m always home Call me anytime, Just ring, 362436 oh I lead a life of crime Dirty d

on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the first time Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me feel as I was running from a crime Made me feel as I was running from a crime Some say she died of drowning in the river deep Some say

like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, A song of hope A song that guides me down this road Feeling like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, A song of hope A song that guides me down this road A snowflake falls onto my che

s on the table and the coffee's getting cold And I haven't eaten since I don't know when My 8-track's pumpin' out a country song And I'm tearing down the highway again There's a little hideaway Where my baby waits for me In a little cozy booth by the door I looked all aroun