been home yesterday Yesterday... Country roads...take me home To the place...I belong West Virginia...Mountain momma Take me home...country roads Country
If I had it my way, this would be the first time that I made love And I would be the first girl that your hands touched But we've both done our share
tower in Paris Tennessee Been to Florence Alabama Drank muscadine wine Just give me a chance to change your mind So before you go and fly away girl Let me show you 'round a country
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy With the baby in the backseat
afraid to stay, country Nothin but country (thick southern drawl) (sexy swing and walk) (aw show 'em how a country girl does it one time now) Brother she's country
Right now he's probably slow dancing With a bleached-blond tramp And she's probably getting frisky Right now, he's probably buying Her some fruity little
No deposit, no deposit No return, no, no return Knew I had, knew I had to learn So I fell for a country girl Running away from the city lights I'm gonna
is a risin moon is a risin sun is a risin sun is a risin sun is a risin rainbow country rainbow country rainbow country rainbow country rainbow country rainbow country
world On this happy day I'm gonna spread that country feelin' all around the town Country, country feelin' Country, country feelin' Country, country feelin' Wo wo oh-oh Country
lips Of the sweetest girl in town. I'm never gonna ask her if she'll marry me 'Cause I know she'll turn me down. Because I'm just a country boy And
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? C'mon now If you wanna go and
ribbons and in bows Like a siren, she calls to me Sleep comes like a drug In God's Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God's Country, yeah, yeah Set
, American raised, American made My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted
slammer From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama L.A., New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta 'Ouisiana, all my niggaz with country
Author of liberty To Thee I sing My country 'tis of Thee Sweet land of liberty For all eternity Let freedom ring Let freedom ring My country 'tis, my country
All I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love The love that asks no questions, the love
and my mama's pride and joy There ain't nothing down home that I really just don't enjoy 'Cause I'm an all American country boy I'm just a country boy A good ol' country
gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, oh, back to his roots He's gone country He's gone country Everybody's gone country Yeah we've gone country
