One, two, three, four
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Can't you see that ol' weepin' willow tree
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Just enough shade for my ice-cold Bud an' me
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I just sit here where the breeze is soft
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An' I play the tapes with the letters horn off
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There ain't no better way to end a long hard week
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Than some Hank wailin' from my pick-up truck
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Pumpin' like my blue-collar redneck blood
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Give me some Hagg, give me the possible
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With screamin' guitars on top
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'Cause country, I said, country is my rock
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Everybody needs somethin' to keep them strong
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Yeah, something they can feel down in their bones
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For me there ain't no substitute
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For three simple chords an' the God's honest truth
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An' a steel guitar from the heart to take me home
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Like some Hank wailin' from my pick-up truck
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Pumpin' like my blue-collar redneck blood
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Give me some Hagg, give me the possible
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With screamin; guitars on top
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'Cause country, I said, country is my rock
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Yes, it is
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Give me some Hagg, give me the possible
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With screamin; guitars on top
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'Cause country, I said, country is my rock
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Yeah, country, I said, country is my rock
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Country Is My Rock
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| Trent Tomlinson |
