Текст песни Favorite Country Song - Hardy

Summertime, Chicken Fried, Mama Tried
Country Boy, Country Boy Can Survive
Oh, Marina, My Maria, and My Amy
Outskirts Of Heaven and Sinners Like Me

Yeah, they might've lit a flame under these old boots
But they sure don't hold no candle to

A north wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out 20 pound Stren
Oh-whoa, strike up the fire, somebody cue the crickets in the creek bank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song

Hound-dog howlin', tryna track it down
A straight pipes hummin', comin' back from town
Grease in the skillet goin' pop, pop, pop
Nah, you can't find that on an old jukebox

It's a John Deere clearin' out a rye-grass row
If you don't come from it, then you probably don't know
Yeah, you probably don't know

'Bout a north wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out 20 pound Stren
Oh-whoa, strike up the fire, somebody cue the crickets in the creek bank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song

Oh, hallelujah, I know it that the good Lord wrote it
For a good ol' boy like me
On the back porch, sippin' on a cold beer
Listen to some home-sweet harmony

'Bout a north wind blowin' through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin' 'bout summertime
Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin
Flathead draggin' out 20 pound Stren
Like, oh-whoa, strike up the fire, somebody cue the crickets in the creek bank choir
Gotta get back 'cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song

Oh, I said, that's my favorite country song