If Thats Country

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Straight out of Nashville, here’s 
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your next big star

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He don’t write the songs he sings, 
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but he knows the words by heart.

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Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight 
blue jeans,

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And he struts around the stage like 
he’s the coolest thing you’ve ever 
seen.

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                       Oh you 
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gotta love him!


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He looks like a super model, knows 
how to strike a pose

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And he don’t mind the make up as 
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long as no one knows.
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And he’s got that crooked grin,
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 and talks with a southern drawl,
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Acts like Toby Keith but sounds a
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 lot like Tim McGraw
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But if he’s country ill kiss your 
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ass,

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And throw all my Willie Nelson 
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records in the trash.

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He’s the same old shit in a 
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slightly different bag,
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But if he’s country, well then 
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country’s pretty bad.
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I don’t watch CMT

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No that shit makes me sick.

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And that ole Kenny Chesney,

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What a hypocrite.

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Hell swear he’s country

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But he lives in the Caribbean.
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Sings all about the islands now,

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What happened to the Tennessean?
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Aw if he’s country ill kiss your 
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ass

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Throw all my Johnny cash records in
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 the trash

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He’s all about image cause image 
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pays the bucks,
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Aw but if he’s country, well then 
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country really sucks.
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What happened to the outlaws?
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Who weren’t afraid to cross the 
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line?

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What happened to the workin man?


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Who sang the truth about their 
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troubled lives?

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I was raised in Georgia, in a 
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one red light town.

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And my daddy picked guitar in 
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every honky tonk around

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And he taught me all the good stuff,

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That solid country gold, but 
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now I love it all from hip-hop to 
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rock and roll

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And if that ain’t country, well I 
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don’t give a damn

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My daddy to be my own kinda man
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He said son you don’t have to go 
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along with the crowd aw
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So if I ain’t Country then im 
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pretty frikin proud
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Oh well I don’t need their labels 
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anyhow
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