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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 Doing it to cou

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 plac

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

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

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 see you again and pleas

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 workin hands, I

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 tha

a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop Where all the folks come to hear country music play And every year the city's gettin' closer, Lord knows it won't stop And old Hank the bartender gave us the bad news today, yeah he said CHORUS:

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 wro

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

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 better get ready fo

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 tailgate

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 be how many

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

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

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' and too many

t rock the jukebox I wanna hear some Jones My heart ain't ready For the Rolling Stones I don't feel like rockin' Since my baby's gone So don't rock the jukebox Play me a country song Before you drop that quarter Keep one thing in mind You got a heartbroke hillbilly

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 in th

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 tam

girl, country girl I beheld her in meadowland Bowing and reaping and singing a refrain Oh, what a melancholy strain The valley echoed with a ring No nightingale could ever sing So plaintively as the country girl I was spellbound and curious Why s

I've got me a sweet little country girl She's across between a diamond and a pearl There ain't nobody like my sweet little country girl She's a little bitty booger she just stands about five feet tall She hails from Dixie and she talks with a southern drawl

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

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 the pain 'Ti

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

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'll

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

loves the music, tells the tales of her heart And she listens closely to the beats and the parts She likes the songs that make her cry And ones that pick her up and make her high. She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it, She's got the country in her ipo

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

grew up on the Beatles And you were raised on the Stones You're a little bit country, yeah And I play rock and roll The first time that I saw you I remembered every word you said Now you're stuck like a melody playing over in my head That I don't want to forget 'C

don't need no sedatives to ease his troubled mind. At work he is invariably unpleasant and unkind. Why should he care if he is hated in his home, 'Cause he's gotta house in the country, And a big sports car. He's gotta house in the country, And a big

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, Al

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 &

all the masks I carry on my face For you, for another Some calm and then some grace But once within a long and broken night A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is a so

read your letter just this morning The first you've wrote since you've been gone You've finally found yourself a home You've bought a new car, a great big red one With a top that rolls right down You must be something in san fransisco A d

don’t know why the sun don’t shine Just listen to my music all the time And I don’t know why people pass me by Just to sitting here singing my song And I don’t know why people can’t be free All you gotta do is to be like me Get yourself a guitar and pick out a song Ba

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 go

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

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'

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 climbed the highest mount

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

unenlightened masses They cannot make the judgment call Give up free will forever their voices won’t be heard at all Display obedience While never stepping out of line And blindly swear allegiance Let your country control your mind (Let your country control your soul)

here ladies and gentleman Listen to my song Play it to you right But you may think it wrong May make you mad But I mean no harm It's just about the renters On Penny's farm It's a hard time in the country Down on Penny's farm Go into the fields And

Camil, tell me, how do you feel? You fought for your country For God and for war, Now your heart tells you that can't be real So you tell me your story from beginning to end All the blood and the guts and the gore Will you tell all the people 'bout the people you killed, Not

I've been thinking this one through We've been fighting like cat and dog now here's what we've go to do This life in the city is killing the love that we one knew We could be happy in the country We would spend so many lovely days We'd have chickens and cows and corn a

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 b

you'd had made a tag on the back Of those designer jeans she's wearin' It's some big name brand you can't buy at a Wal-mart And you from what she's got on From her Versace to her Louis Vuitton You wouldn't think she'd know every Merle Haggard song by heart But wh

go... I really wanted to take you with me On my little country journey But you have to understand, oh why And not sit alone at home and cry, And cry, alone at home and cry Even though you're not here by my side Truely you're always on my mind So

Written by Dr. Alban, Kristian Lundin & John Amatiello) (Away away from home) This little girl is a country girl Left her home and go to New York Come to Ny with one dollar Ask how many million people in a Ny This little girl went to a s

like to walk in a field with you, take my hat and my boots off too. I'd like to lie in a field with you. Would you like to do it too, may? Would you like to do it too? I'd like to stand in a stream with you, roll my trousers up and not feel blue. I'd like to wash in a stream wi

life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise and early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy Well a simple kind of life never did me no harm Raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm My