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you want my love He gotta do what he does If you want these sweet like sugar Gucci lips He gotta give it up I know you think I'm cool But I ain't one of the boys No, don't be scared that I'm gon' tie you down I need a little more Baby, don't call me y

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 you can't g

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 song I move around from place to pl

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 ali

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 runni

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 I s

me so hot Oh when we hit the spot Yeah, you and the music is all that I got Oooohhhooo, turn it on, turn it on I wrote it for you You're the title of my song Me and my Me and my Microphone We've been around the world on a disco beat Been floating on a feeling Of bel

can live in a mansion or a double-wide Eat sushi raw or my catfish fried Wherever I am, then that's where I belong 'Cause I'm quite content with who I am And if you ain't, well, kiss my ham Country is as country does and I'm country to the bone

i was raised out in the country, Just outside a real small town, And just like any other young boy, All my life i dreamed of getting out. I've been down, To the city, It's a real nice place to see, Well i got to much rebel in me, I gotta be somewhere where i can br

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

s a house fly swimming in my sweet tea Hey darlin' pass another Kerr jar to me Butter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite Cantaloupe thumps like it's finaly ripe Box fan on a lawn chair suckin' in swamp air That's what country is [Chorus:] It ain't a rebel flag

re not supposed to say the word "cancer" in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer can rub 'em wrong. It ain't hip to sing about tractors, trucks, little towns, and mama, yeah that might be true. But this is country music and we do Well you like to drink

wrote this song, it's not too short, it’s not too long It's got back-up vocals in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs (ohhhh... ahhhh) And it takes a little pause Just before the I sing the errand; Please play this song o

in my daddy's truck Eight years old and acting tough He smiled at me and said, "You shift the gears" He would search that FM dial And I would count down every mile Til the station out of Tulsa came in clear It was old Thomas Conley on the r

Barbara) I remember wearin' straight leg Levis and flannel shirts Even when they weren't in style I remember singin' with Roy Rogers at the movies When the West was really wild And I was listenin' to the Opry When all of my friends were diggin' Rock 'n Roll and Rhythm &

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 packs her bags to

took me way back in the country You fed me on love and greens You laid my head upon a feather bed And I sure had some mighty sweet dreams Don't you know we got something going on You and me, me and you Love can be a song if you like the tune

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 gonna do us so

n'Braces, Short hair. A lot of pride, Born to win. Ben Sherman, Levi's jeans. Dressed smart, Never give in. Drinking beer, Have a fight. It's a part, Of the night. A way of life, Unity. Fly the flag, For your country. This song's for you This song's for

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 ar

hear people talkin' bad, About the way they have to live here in this country; Harpin' on the wars we fight, An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be. I don't mind 'em switchin' sides, An' standin' up for things that they believe in. But, When they're runnin' down our cou

kids, this is my Farm welcome My name is f*** me I'm last real cowboy I introduce my horse, his names is blow me and my ponny I will show you what we do every day Comon blow me blow me yeah it's very nice feeling Samburiny tamburiny I don't feel the pain Samburiny tamburiny

s a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church Where with mother I went and our Sundays were spent With our friends at the old country church. As a small country boy how my heart would leap with joy When I knelt at that old country

he called the forest "Brother" Because he calls the Earth his mother They drove him out into the rain Some people even said the boy from the country was insane Because he spoke to fish in the creek He tried to tell us that the animals could speak Who

I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet And it's gettin' kinda cold in these painted on cut-off jeans I hate the way this bikini top chafes Do I really have to wear it all day? (Yeah, baby) I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin'

O-O-O-O [Here to keep it real] LALALALALA No ticket No reality Now f*** your personality It's time now Lighten yourself for you Don't title you [I can't wake up, I won't wake up, I must be dead] DO IT O-O-O-O LALALALALALA And all of it is a l

the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox With the best of country music, old and new You can hear your five selections for a quarter And somebody else's songs when yours are through I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter And my friends around to help me ease t

had the guile and the sideways smile Bad boy and god Beck knew how to push a boy to blush Known as The Fox Tom came out in June to a crowded room No one was shocked Ed, Ed had the hair, the blues and the shoes Got me arrested once "Will I ever get this song off my

ve gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! there's a gulf war vet, dying a slow, cold death and the government says, "we d

know you see me Like some wide eyed dreamer That just rolled in off a dusty mid west bus Yeah, on the outside I look fragile But on the inside is something you can’t crush Cause I'm country strong Hard to break Like the ground I grew up on You may fool me And I'l

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

I ain't sayin' them LA ladies don't know what they're doin' And I been in love with New York City a time or two I had some Seattle coffee, some Chicago wind Some Kansas wheat fields I'd love to see again But the fireflies play where the cattails grow And them southe

me, brothers and sisters, This is a call to arms Hoist the flag, buckle up, Sharpen your tongues, tune your guitars This is the new deal This is war It's time again And I am your only friend I am the one with the numbers But the numbers they never add up Where's my My Gener

like old Saxophone Joe When he's got the hogshead up on his toe Oh me, oh my Love that country pie. Listen to the fiddler play When he's playin' 'til the break of day Oh me, oh my Love that country pie. Rasberry, strawberry, lemon and lime What do I care ? Blueberry, appl

took down the photograph Of our wedding day Ripped it down the middle And threw my half away And I got nobody to blame but me I got nobody to blame but me She broke all my fishing rods Put my guns in hock Threw my clothes out in the yard And changed ou

grew up on Merle Haggard, ZZ Top and CDB And if that Freebird wasn't soarin Y'all would have never heard of me Turn up Bocephus on the radio Marshall Tucker now can't you see [Chorus:] You can take me out the country But you'll never take the count

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 Nashville but i left there lo

down in the hollow, Down among the hill, Never had a lot of luck, Lord I had some thrills, Keepin' it country, Keepin it country all the time, Country is as country does, Country is what country loves, Walkin' by the river, All along the tracks, Always tried to look ahead

the silence sigh its song Of moments of calm before the storm My heart so violently beats along Leading me to want to end it all I weep for the dream in a grave The one that made all lips go blue, blue, blue I read the words on torn down walls Reminding me how much I love you

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 "Bandido" The

this moment I will follow you To the borders of my country Will you make those promises come true Will you always want to hold me Would you ever walk away from love Will your lips speak what is true If you say that this is where you belong Th

creeks and cool mountain mornin's. Honest work out in the fields. Cornbread in my momma's kitchen. Daddy saying grace before the meal. Family ties run deep in this land. And I'm never very far from what I am. I was born country and that's what I

got a cricket on the line And a bottle of shine A whipper will wistlin Everything is fine I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side What else does a country boy need to survive Let me hear ya say hey we want some country Hey we want some country Let me hear y

] Uh, I want the title Uh, I need the title Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Ooh Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Shoo do do do [Verse 1] I like your style The way you dress The way you smell Its so intoxicating I can't help mysel

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,

your keys I don't care where we go I need something sweet And a song on the radio Because I've got to keep on moving Yes, I've got to get somewhere Love, you know just where this is going Yes, you know that Your lips are summer candy Summer candy Your lips are summer candy

yeah Yeah, yeah I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pipe it And I think I kinda like ya Up against the wall, we don't need a title Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, b

is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song I'm passing over This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a love song This is not a

was born on a farm while my mom milked the cattle A jug full' a corn was my first baby rattle I could ride a tractor before I could ride a bike My very first date took me to the theatre The boy's biggest dream was to grow the best tator But I wanted to be much m

name is Bob and I don't have a job I don't know why I say these things but it's the reason why I sing my song It's why I sing my song I don't know why I say these things but it's the reason why I sing my song it's why I sing my song I don't know why I