You say you got a thing, for a man in worn out jeans

A Stetson hat and them alligator boots

So you want a man with rougher hands

That does what them city boys can't

Someone raised up with down home country roots

Well now don't go thinking that's what you got

Just because he says yee-haw



You ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred

Kind that's been corn fed, straight from the stalk

Until you've seen the real thing

Shotguns trucks and porch swings

And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette

Well you ain't seen country yet



Come with me we'll take a ride, and I'll show you a good time

Way back in the sticks where I call home

I'm gonna take you to a place, where the roads don't have names

Spend the night castin' lines and skippin' stones

Well if you ain't seen the sun comin' up

From the bed of a pickup truck



Then you ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred

Kind that's been corn fed, straight from the stalk

Until you've seen the real thing

Shotguns trucks and porch swings

And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette

Well you ain't seen country yet

No



No you ain't seen country yet, a genuine thoroughbred

Kind that's been corn fed, straight from the stalk

Until you've seen the real thing

Shotguns trucks and porch swings

And if you ain't made love to a Haggard cassette

Well you ain't seen country yet

No you ain't seen country yet



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