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won't say sorry for what I've done I won't say sorry for having fun I won't take the blame And I ain't gonna be ashamed I won't say sorry for what I've done I won't say sorry for having fun Shout it out Shout it out I Don't give a damn 'cause I'm proud of what I

was raised in a smalltown - just a little German boy I didn't care about history - I just cared about my toys I never felt responsible - for what happened in a war but they made me feeling guilty - even though I wasn't born (that time) I rememb

How can you be proud to live in a country Where people are killed because of their race? How can you be proud to live in a country Where the innocent is oppre...

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 go wrong

won't say sorry for what i've done I won't say sorry for having fun I won't take the blame No i ain't gonna be ashamed Won't say sorry for what i've done I don't say sorry to anyone [Chorus] Shout it out Shout it out I don't give a damn cos im proud of what i am Shout i

do what I want And I'll do what I like When I make a million I'll be out of sight I'll do what I want And I'll do what I please I'll laugh in your face When you beg on your knees Ooooh, ooooh yeah There's got to be a better way Ooooh, and I don't care

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 m

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 Count

s nothing wrong with racial pride, so I don't understand the fuss. Just take a look at the Niggers and Muds, they are even worse than us. Some say it's wrong to be proud of being white, they say we're all the same. So why were we born as different races, was it nature playing a gam

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 'Cau

always breaking down the door And I can’t remember what I’m fighting for But I wouldn’t rather have it any other way No need to be angry I’m just being me And you will never ever hear me say That I’m sorry So that’s just the way that it

I’m your brother….I’m your sister….I’m a good old country boy… And I celebrate the liberties…our people now enjoy…. I will speak out for what I believe….just kno...

boy back on your feet Don't stop till the enemy retreat You signed your life away on the dotted line I own you boy, now you are mine Now die for your country Your country needs you But if you come back home No one will give a damn You may have won a battle But you h

m not proud of my country I'm not proud of my skin, I'm fed up with such approaches And thinking ain't a sin Think for yourself I reject our involvement In exploitation and hate And I reject the confusion that Our quarrels create Think for yourself

you ever rode a dirt road with the windows roller down smellin´ that honey suckle vine Ridin´ for no reason and your lookin´not seein´ a house but every few miles. Have you ever been rockin´on the porch with your daddy watchin´ the world turn slow? Oh

off the island of normality Voted off the island of conformity Voted off the island of the flags and damn proud of it too Voted off the island of the neckties Voted off the island of the 9 to 5's Voted off the island of the drones and damn proud of it too Voted off

the teeth through the heart you just got me on my knees an i'm so jaded your hand slaps you got my attention i hit back but i'm deflated i'm listening, listening with different ears smiling but oh so guarded scabbed up in all the right places just passin

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

carry her with me I carry her pride Whenever I speak her name My soul it comes alive She taught me to be strong She taught me to fight And I am who I am today Because she raised me right In a sunburned country Her magic and her mystery In a sunburned country Forever will

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' hole. I'm a dirt road kid,

hear every damn day about our fragile country. Every damn day about the brink of catastrophe, and how it's a shame that we can't work together. The truth is we do. We work together to get things done Chorus: Every damn day, every damn day, we work together every damn day. Th

down that country road, Leavin' behind that heavy load. Gettin' away from the city life, Society causes too many fights. CHORUS Down my country road. Down my country road, oh. Down my country road. Down my country road, road, road. Too much killin'

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 us some good To get down

all ye young cowboys and listen to me And don't waste your life on that ol' hangin' tree And don't think that size ever makes a man small You find out it's nothing at all They know a tension when the old words are said 'Don't cheat in poker and don't lose your head' Lost cowboys

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 c

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 anima

you're anything like me You like jacked up trucks Four-wheel drives And loud straight pipes And a big tool box You like to ride around town with the windows down Singin' 'Song of the South' If you're anything like me you're country! [Chorus] Born and raised in the south Ame

proud to say we were wrong You let me leave you And you knew that I was gone Long before I stopped pretending The one who chose my love so carefully You should have loved me better I'm not one to call to blame Fools at love--they're all the same Too proud to say they're w

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'

don't like getting up too early I like staying up watchin' late night TV Sometimes I get my kicks from Dave's stupid human tricks But that's just me, that's just me I've never been one for watching movies Unless I could do it with a guitar on my kne

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

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, &

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

night another soldier, last night another child No one seems to worry, no one sees his mother cry Can you see that smart, clean soldier, Standing straight and oh so proud He wants to fight for Queen and country He wants to make his family proud A job wit

isn't enough hot water to be in There isn't enough salt lake to lie in There isn't enough sky to fly in So softly There isn't enough breath to breathe Not for me Oh God damn me Oh God damn me There isn't enough snow to see through Snow's too de

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 like me Hey, country

m proud of you for going through what you had to do. I'm proud of you for going thought the ugliest summer we could ever imagine. I'm proud of you I'm proud of you for all the things that you're going to do. I'm proud of you because it's one in a million

said, “Son, Have you seen the world? Well, what would you say If I said that you could? Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.” I said, “That sounds pretty good.” Black leather boots Spit-shined so bright They cut off my hair but it looked alright We marched and

need hands,rough not soft to come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft. Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms, can`t get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm. Hey i´m a contry man a city boy can´t do the things i can, i can grow my own grocer

re living in this country and you do not give a damn about the people that are voted and rule this f***ing land this concerns our country which means this concerns us all even though you are lazy you know what is right or wrong exercise the right

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 lef

Gossin, Mike; Gossin, Tom; Serletic, Matt Here's a song for the ones Who sacrifice so much So that we can be free In this country that we love If you're proud of all you're given Sing along, sing along If you love the life we're livin', Sing along, sing along No, we haven't forgot

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

bad ass, full of attitude, just another Typical day and another f***ing bad mood. F*** it all, crush it all, I'll be damned if I don't, And I'll be damned if I do. F***in' sick of it, I don't give a shit, trapped in A miserable space, on this bal

Fill me with your pleasure, fill me with your pain I'm in total control, I've got no shame I'll be your second-hand dealer, my vamperilla of sleaze Pull me up and roll me over, I'll give you double disease Lock me up, throw away the key Do all the things th

ll never take me You'll never take me alive Cause God knows you've tried I once was blinded but now I see the light Maybe I should cut my wrists You know I've never been f***ed like this You ripped my heart apart You know who you are You're a god damn liar You're a god dam

Round here we was raised in the church We worked when we was hurt And was proud of our dirt God came first and He still does Some things will always be just like they was Life's still good 'round here everyday Ask anyone, betcha they all say [Chorus]

Offa spilled Myrging blood we were proud When Hengest routed the wealas we were proud When Penda withstood the cross we were proud When Alfred stayed the Danes we were proud Heroes passed unto ye we give hail Mighty men without fear, without shame Some wil

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

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