Текст песни C.O.U.N.T.R.Y. - Tyler Farr
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
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