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be fire on a mountain I had a revelation last night A divine inspiration from the other side On what it’s gonna take to right all this wrong We need a country music Jesus To come and save us all We need a second comin’ worse than bad Some long

by lady Rolex Body by Bowflex Hair by Hollywood salon Bag by Louis Vuitton High heels, Manolo Blahniks Tanqueray gin and tonics Sunglass by Gucci Never been to Chatter, hoochie She may look like New York, Miami, L.A. But when it comes to

I sure miss ole Waylon And Paychecks paid his dues Chet Adkins on that red guitar And Carl Perkins Blue Suede Shoes Well ya just don't hear ole Hank that much Without Cash we all loose Maybe that's why country music has the blues Roy Acuff and miss

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

come from miles around to hear the music maker Bring your friends and children too to hear the music maker Leave the towns and villages and gather on the hillsides Leave your worry, care and woe and get yourself some good times. Have some fun out in the country Celebrate

see your van you're a guitar man it's written all over your face To make it big you quit your gig a playin' ba*s at the airbase You've come to town you've been turned down but it's just a question of taste Don't think you're too good for country music just because you can rock and ro

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 somewher

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 country right or w

t you feel it growin' day by day People gettin' ready for the news Some are happy, some are sad Oh, we got to let the music play What the people need is a way to make 'em smile It ain't so hard to do if you know how Gotta get a message, get it on through Oh now mama, don't y

t you feel it growin', day by day People gettin' ready for the news Some are happy, some are sad Oh, we got to let the music play What the people need Is a way to make 'em smile It ain't so hard to do if you know how Gotta get a message Get it on t

s a nickel for the fiddler It's a nickel for his tune It's a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon. And it's a high holiday on the twenty-first of June And it's country music in the park and everybody's ruined It's fountains full of dogs and kids And it's

you say you're from the city Chicago is your home Hey I'm a country girl Over Oklahoma way Oh there are miles and miles between us But that don't mean a thing When those guitars start to play Oh sweet sounds of freedom Ringing through the air Sending out a message to us all

in Texas near the DFW Among the shrubs and patios and barbecues Was born a suburban boy named Billy B Bad Had a white bread momma and a rock and roll dad Didn't have much soul or country roots But he sure looked cute in his cowboy suit B-B-B-B-Billy, Billy B Bad B-B-B-B-Bill

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

got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen I remember my mamma raisin' cane with me She said, Son tell me why you wanna ride that thing She didn't know about the blonde at the Dairy Queen I got my own reasons why I do what I do I like to ride motorcycles And she

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

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

out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school Banana Boat, a rubber float Another summer afternoon Bon fire at the creek tonight Bubba bringin' some homemade wine Just enough to catch a buzz And get us countrified Oh, my my, that's j

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

are you ready ?. I got the lovein the music I got soulin the music I got the love in the music I got soul in the music I got the love in the music I got soul in the music I got the love in the music Getting deep, in the mix all night I got House Music f

Boy Excuse me ma'am, I saw you walk in I turned around, I'm not a stalker Where you going? Maybe I can help you My tank is full, and I'd be obliged to take you [Chorus:] I'm a country boy, I've got a 4-wheel drive Climb in my bed, I'll take you for

I like my lovin' done country style and this little girl would walk a country mile to find her a good ol' slow talkin boy i said i country boy I'm about as old fashioned as I can be And I hope you're lik'in what you see 'Cause if you're lookin' at me You're lookin' at co

woke up this morning I was tired as I could be I think I was counting my money When I should have been counting sheep My agent he just called me And told me what I should be If I would make my music for money Instead of making music for me I sa

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

so glad I got you hooked up on my drugs, Everybody sings to the music, Ha, Are you feeling well now you've caught this bug, Everyboydy dance to the music, I think last time i took an overdose, Come on dance to the music, Hey, well It made me realise that I came to

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 about you I'm tired

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

myself heading down toward springfield The last sign said it was twelve miles west It's gettin' hard to see through the salt on my windshield But it looks like i'm gonna make it before the sun sets The morning i arrived was lincoln's birthday So i walked through his house and s

halter tops A Firebird from a chop shop A six pack of ice cold bud Screaming at the cop Hey, need another cold one Can't ya see, can't ya see What that woman been doing to me Well, that's Jay in the backseat Marshall tucker singing on the CD He's a hick, hey just li

you brothers and sisters Lookin' for a better way Why don't you all go to the country Hitch a ride from the city Get away for the day The summertime is gonna take you People playing music won't forsake you But when it's hot You gotta go all the way

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 ? Bluebe

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 country out of

was down in music city 'bout a week ago I wanted to see the brand old Loper show, so I held a cap and I headed down to Opryland They said they sold their last ticked the day before, so I kinda just hung around the backstage door and down the steps she came, men oh men My fa

Don't look now) Cause it is coming for you, it is coming for you (Don't slow down) It is around the corner, around the corner (Don't hold back) You got to give what you got, you got to give what you got (Don't slow down) You got to face the music Face the music, face the

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,

work a forty hour week and I earn my keep And I try to walk proud and tall I keep my nose to the ground, I don't get behind And I don't back up at all Well my neck's a little red, my collar's blue I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze 'Cause I'm an al

rebel music I, rebel music Why can't we roam this open country Oh why can't we be what we want to be We want to be free 3 o'clock - roadblock, curfew And I've got to throw away Yes I've got to throw away Yes I've got to throw away My little he

s a lady plays her fav'rite records On the jukebox ev'ry day. All day long she plays the same old songs, And she believes the things that they say. Other ladies like to prance around And flirt and dance the whole night through, But she just sits and listens to her

you ever popped a can And put a pinch between your cheek and gum Run barefooted through the woods Come hunting with a blue tick and a gun Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon Or is that too country for you Is you're right here kicking back Six pack on the t

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 ya say hey we wan

there’s just a little bit of magic In the country music we’re singin’ So let’s begin We’re bringin’ you back down home where the folks are happy Sittin’ pickin’ and a-grinnin’ Casually, you and me We’ll pick up the pieces, uh-huh Somebody yelled out at me Country music and

ve been together for such a long time now Music, music and me Don't care wether all our songs rhyme Now music, music and me Only know wherever I go We're as close as two friends can be There have been others But never two lovers Like music, m

work in the factories and the fields Assembly lines and coal mines and the steel mills That's what we do but there's more to us than that If you wanna know who we are, it's on the logos of our caps We're mountaineers, volunteers We're the tide that r

boy ain't got no shoes country boy ain't got no blues Well you work all day while you're wantin' to play In the sun and the sand with a face that's tan But at the end of the day when your work is done you ain't got nothin' but fun Country boy ain't got n

pop the popcorn and we string it on the tree Apples nuts and candy oh what a Christmas feel Daddy play the organ and we'll all sing Silent Night We'll have a good old country Christmas alright A good old country Christmas that's what it's gonna be With all the family gat

got the roll of the beat of the drums And the base comes blasting on And the light that blinds your eyes And the guitar soundin nice And the girls that are front row Well, their hollowing for some more As the piano plays, we sing along With the nothing co

they told me to come on over I made my way to New York And they tried to have me deported Stop me from getting work Blacklisted me all over They were vicious and they were mean They were bigtime operators Baby, on the music business scene Oh, they loo

like love music, that's my kinda music It's the sweetest music, and the only music for me Talkin' bout tender lovin', and a whole lot of a-huggin' Let me tell you something, that's the only music for me Let's get into the mood, let's get together and groove

the wagons leave the city For the forest and futher on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they have gone Sometimes travelin' through the darkness At the summer comin' home Foreing faces by the wayside Look as if they hadn't known Oh the sad was in their eyes And

down in Louisianna Close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods Among the evergreens There stand a country cabin Made of clay and wood Where lives a young country boy Named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned To read or write a book so well But he could play his gu