C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

Lyrics
[Intro] Woo [Verse 1] I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car But I drank a little shine from a mason jar I know how to work and how to have fun I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, county fairs Huntin' and fishin' and ice-cold beer That's the way I'm gonna be 'til the day I die C-O-U-N-T-R-Y [Verse 2] 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 boogie-woogie, reggae, rap, pop, and soul Hip-hop, blues, and rock 'n' roll If you really wanna know what drives her wild C-O-U-N-T-R-Y [Bridge] 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 [Outro] I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
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Credits
- Writers
- Dusty Drake
- Ed Hill
- Ron Harbin