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