I got my first guitar when I was just a boy
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I was playing the blues instead of playing with toys
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Listening to the Opry and dreaming of the neon lights
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So it was late to bed and early to rise
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I worked the field all day and the crowd all night
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My finger on the trigger and Nashville in my sights
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I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life
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And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
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Never really worried if I fit in
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Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
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This hat ain't something I wear for style
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These boots have been around a while
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Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
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I learned to drive on a dirt road
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Cruised the strip on rock and roll
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And drove around on "Miles and Miles of Texas"
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And as I grew Daddy showed me now
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To earn a living by the sweat of my brow
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But he never made me follow in his steps
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He said work hard and let the good Lord do the rest
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And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
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Never really worried if I fit in
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Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
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This truck ain't something I drive for style
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These boots have been around a while
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Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
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And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
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Never really worried if I fit in
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Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
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This hat ain't something I wear for style
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These boots have been around a while
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Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
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It's What I Am
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| John Michael Montgomery |
