Yeah, the other night I met this hot country momma
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She was looking fine, I was thinking oh yeah, I wanna
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Take her home, make her mine
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But all she had to say to my pickup lines
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Was woah hoss
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Hit the brakes before we go any further
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Let's get one thing straight
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How country are ya?
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Yep, she said I really need to know
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Can you two step?
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Yep
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Good, 'cause I'd had to let you go
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You love your momma?
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Yep
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Make lots of money?
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Nope
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You own a shotgun?
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Yep, yep
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I got two of those
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With all these city slicker
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Wannabes I had to be sure
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How country are you? Yep!
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Well, she wore me out
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With her long interrogations
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I had my doubts and my own reservations
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I had a list of little things
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I wanted in a woman worth a wedding ring
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So I sat her down
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Said this won't take long
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Yeah, I've got a few questions of my own
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How country are ya?
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Yep, girl, I really need to know
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Do you shoot whiskey?
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Yep
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Good, cause I'd had to let you go
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Can you fry chicken?
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Yep
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Whoop up some gravy?
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Yep
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Oh, I think you'd just be my kinda baby
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With all these city girls
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Sniffing around I had to be sure
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How country are ya?
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How country are ya?
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How country are ya?
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Yep
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We're like two peas in a pot
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How country are ya?
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Yep
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Come on, let's tie the knot
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We go together like grits and gravy
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Come on, let's get to making us some babies
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If we ever doubted it, now we both know
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How country are ya? Yep!
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How country are ya? Yep!
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How country are ya? Yep!
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How country are ya? Yep!
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How Country Are Ya
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Kevin Fowler |