Tyler Farr
Tyler Farr - C.o.u.n.t.r.y. songtekst
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We come from... booger hooker opossum knuckle ... switch We whoop and holler when ol' Charlie Daniels calls that Devil "Son of a Bitch" Yeah we plow it, nail it, bail it, then high tail it to town. We spend our payday on them ladies and them long neckin' rounds We gonna live out past the limits til the day that we die We're from the banjo chicken pluckin', double clutchin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y C-O-U-N-T-R-Y We like them shiny silver buckles, straight tequila, wrangler knuckle, Barbie Dolls. We got them bait and tackle, barbi-cutey booty, tannin', one stop shoppin' mall. We like our pieced up, long cut, truck nuts, hanging off a the hitch. We whiskey shootey scootey friday, when we're hillbilly rich charlotte's brothers on the sofa eating chocolate pie out in the deer and dirt road ruttin', corn row cuttin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y. Can I get an Amen We love our guns, our God, our Jesus, pledge allegiance too We bleeding John Deere Green, Red n White and Blue screw politically correct, we gonna let it fly out in the get it good 'n stuckin mother truckin C-O-U-N-T-R-Y C-O-U-N-T-R-Y END