I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car, But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar. I know how to work and how ta have fun,
I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs, Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.
That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes, She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots. She can dance to the music, all night long, She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone. She likes Boogy Woogy, Ragae, Rap, Pop, and Soul, Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock and Roll. If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
You might not know it by the way we talk, We might not show it by the way we walk, But we're true and tried, genuine, certified, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die C-O-U-N-T-R-Y I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
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I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs, Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.
That's the way I'm gonna be 'till the day I die, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes, She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots. She can dance to the music, all night long, She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone. She likes Boogy Woogy, Ragae, Rap, Pop, and Soul, Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock and Roll. If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
You might not know it by the way we talk, We might not show it by the way we walk, But we're true and tried, genuine, certified, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die C-O-U-N-T-R-Y I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
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