(Aaron Tippin/Buddy Brock)
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Just a skinny little Mississippi railroad man
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That loved to sing and play
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He brought his music from the cotton fields
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To the the hillbilly hall of fame
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Thank God for Jimmie Rodgers
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Chisel his name in the cornerstone
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I just wish he could've lived to see the day
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When country took the throne
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Now a million songs have come and gone
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Since we made that humble start
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About neon nights, everyday life
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Love and broken hearts
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And more and more folks
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Kept tuning in and turning on
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Now I can proudly say that I saw the day
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When country took the throne
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Now from Carolina to California, Texas to New York
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They can't get enough of this country stuff
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And they're screaming for more
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We painted the town with that grand old sound
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And the whole world sang along
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Yes, I was there the day
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When country took the throne
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Now, no one knows what the future holds
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But I bet my best guitar
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There'll be a jukebox jumping on Jupiter
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And a honky-tonk on Mars
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In the last frontier they'll stand and cheer
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The best music ever known
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They'll celebrate that age old day
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When country took the throne
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Now from Carolina to California, Texas to New York
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They can't get enough of this country stuff
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And they're screaming for more
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We painted the town with that grand old sound
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And the whole world sang along
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Yes, I was there the day
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When country took the throne
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I said I was there the day
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When country took the throne
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When Country Took The Throne
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Aaron Tippin |