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Yea I got a friend from New York City, He's never heard of Conway Twitty, Don't know nothing bout grits and greens, never been south of Queens, but he flew down here on a business trip, I took him honky-tonking and that was it, he took to it like a pig to mud, cow to cud
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside no matter where you from you just can't hide it, when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, you can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, ain't nothing wrong just gettin on your hillbilly bone-ba-bone bone
Naw you ain't got to be born out in the sticks with a f-150 and a 30-06. Or have a bubba in the family tree to get on down with me, yea bubba all you need is an open mind, if it fires you up you got a little shine, when it feels so right that it can't be wrong, come on come on come on you ain't alone you ain't alone.
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside no matter where you from you just can't hide it, when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, you can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, ain't nothing wrong just getting on your Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside no matter where you from you just can't hide it, when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws, you can't help but hollerin' YEE-HAW! When you see them pretty lil' country queens man you gotta admit that it's in them jeans, ain't nothing wrong just getting on your Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone bone
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Tearin' down a dirt road
Rebel flag flyin'
Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
And a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head
And my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin'
the radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha ha!
You can kiss my country ass
Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up & down my arms,
And deer heads over my bed.
My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,
My Daddy went to Vietnam.
And I ain't scared to grab my gun,
And fight for my homeland.
If you don't love the American flag,
You can kiss my country ass.
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!
Instrumental break.
Aw yeah...
Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there
That's lookin' down on me
Cause the country club where I belong
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'
Don't wear no fancy clothes
No ties or three piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage cap
My t-shirt and cowboy boots
If that don't fit your social class
You can kiss my country ass
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass
Well I'm a front-porch sittin',
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'
And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
Stay the hell outta mine.
If you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass
I said if you got a problem with any of that
You can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the bone
Ever-lovin' country ass.
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You always get dolled up for your party
Good thing your birthday only comes once a year
'Cause you always forget that you're so small
You can't take all that alcohol
And you wind up over my shoulder and into the car
But you'll always be beautiful
You'll always be beautiful
To me
I don't care if your hair's a mess from the night before
Your headaches and your fussin' and cussin' the sun
The makeup you had on your face
Is now all over your pillow case
And you're curled up under the covers into a ball
But you'll always be beautiful
You'll always be beautiful
To me
So baby don't you ever doubt
When father time starts drawing out
Those lines around your eyes
'Cause you'll always be
You'll always be
Beautiful
You'll always be beautiful
To me
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I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine down at Causen Mills
I knew you'd prob'ly be outta my league but I though, what the hell?
Aw, what the hell
Five dollars a glass was kickin' my butt but I kept on buyin'
I kinda thought you were into me
So I kept on tryin' to get them sparks a'flyin'
In my forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
All I had to my name was a big ol' truck and a little ol' place
I couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you
But I can't afford not too
Hoo-hoo-hoo
I asked you if you ever stared up at the stars from a tailgate
Down by the river with a six pack
You said no, but it sure sounds great
You climbed up in my old truck
Sittin' right beside me
I cranked up a country song
And you started smilin'
Yeah, this ol' boy was stylin'
In forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
Yeah, I missed work for three days
Kissin' on you, didn't get paid
I couldn't help but think
I can't afford to love you
But I can't afford not to
Hoo-hoo-hoo
We been together ever since that night
You're still in love with that same old guy
Same old guy
In forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
Yeah, we set a date for next spring
Workin' two jobs, pickin' out rings
I can't help but think
I can't afford to love you
I can't afford to love you
But I can't afford not to
Hoo-hoo-hoo
I can't afford not to
Love on you
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I knew the moment that you walked in
You were looking for your old friend
Well here I am
It ain't no big surprise
You got a broken heart to kill
Tired of knowing how it feels
When you learn you been living
A lie
Oh, and ain't that a shame
You shouldn't feel such pain
But you can't blame no one but you, Delilah
For what you find when you never ever look around
Reach out for the one right here beside ya
And find the one that's never gonna let you down
Mmm, mmm, mmm
So go ahead and take your shot
Drink your whiskey on the rocks
And tell me how
You'll never find the one
But Lord knows it hurts me bad
Every time I see you sad
Knowing that my love
Goes on and on
Oh, it just ain't right
You're alone tonight
But you can't blame no one but you, Delilah
For what you find when you never ever look around
Reach out for the one right here beside ya
And find the one that's never gonna let you down
Mmm, mmm, mmm
You can't blame no one but you, Delilah
For what you find when you never ever look around
Reach out for the one right here beside ya
And find the one that's never gonna let you down
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I knew the moment that you walked in
You were looking for your old friend
Well, here I am
It ain't no big surprise
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I played some Stones and Skynyrd songs
Last night on the jukebox
And I'm gettin' back to hatin' me some soft rock
I don't almost reck' seein' if its you
Every time a midnight blue Pontiac
Pulls into the parkin' lot
Believe it or not
I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna break his nose when I see you with another guy
I'm kind of okay
With you out of my life
I'm absotively, posolutely, almost alright
Alright
I took down most the magnets
And pictures of us in Cabo
I forgot my 'fridgerator
Was avocado (What?)
And I still might call every now and then
Way too late, just checkin' in
Tellin' you how good its been to let go
Aww, and baby to let you know
I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna break his nose when I see you with another guy
I'll be kind of okay
In a couple more Bud Lights
Oh, I'm absotively, posolutely, almost alright
I might get a little sideways
Yeah, but what do you expect?
I might have a few bad days
I'm figuring out its for the best
I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna break his nose when I see you with another guy
Would it be kind of okay
If I came by tonight?
Oh, I'm absotively, posolutely, almost alright
Yeah, I'm posolutely, absotutely almost alright
Alright
Almost alright
Hey, can I come over tonight, baby?
Ha-ha!
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