I'm Country

I'm Country

Well there's a little word and it fits me to a T

I don't know how you spell it but its country and that's me.

I laugh when I'm happy and cry when I'm blue

'cus when I'm mad like I'm suppose to do

on a saturday night I'll have a drink or two

and hollow at the moon I'm country.

I chew tobaccer and spit it on the ground

talk to the cows when no one ain't around

I'm trapped on the mountain when the snows falling down

yes sir boys I'm country

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I'm as country as bronc on the western plains

just as wild and twice as hard to tame

as high on living as a noon day sun, yea

I'll be country 'til the day I'm done.

City folks think I'm crude I guess

you can tell I'm a hick by the way I dress

but that don't matter I'm as happy as can be

and proud as heck that I'm country.

Well there's nothing wrong with city if you like it that's fine

drivin' them freeways wasting its time,

but I bet you folks in the back of your mind, kinda wish you was country don't

ya.

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Come on boys keep singing them country songs who knows maybe we will just

convert some of these city folks into country folks and they'll all move out to

the country and then the country wont be country anymore. Hold on

I just gave you one side to the whole picture because

country is heart and dust and snow where the winters get down to forty below

and the works is hard

and the pay sure low and it ain't all roses being country.

Hang in there folks don't do nothin' foolish now

you got yourself a nice high paying job air conditioned offices

yea you got movie theaters right on down the street there

you got yourself a city park too, now that's country

and there you don't have to worry about no rattle snakes biting on your leg

or no abdominal snowman coming down and tearing off your head or nothing like

that there