Have you ever popped a can
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And put a pinch between your cheek and gum
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Run barefooted through the woods
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Coone hunting with a blue tick and a gun
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Planted your tomatoes by the light of the moon
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Or is that too country for you
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Is you're idea of kicking back
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Six pack on the tailgate by the tree
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Kettle full of mud bugs
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And a pair of levis rolled up to your knees
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With a long-legged bama girl
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And her born to ride tattoo
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Or is that too country for you
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If that's too country I understand
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Man I can't talk any faster than I already am
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But I think there might be something
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Going wrong with your roots
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If that's too country for you
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How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch
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Picking a song with only three chords
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Good and loud
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Saturday night for sure
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And Sunday praising the Lord
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I pulled up in your driveway
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With my kicking stereo turned up to ten
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Would you cook a pig and float a keg
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And get down with my rough and rowdy friends
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Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon
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Or is that too country for you
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If that's too country I understand
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Man I can't talk any faster than I already am
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But I think there might be something
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Going wrong with your roots
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If that's too country for you
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If that's too country
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For you
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Too Country
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| Heartland |
