| Now I grew up down an old dirt road, in a town you wouldn’t know
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| My pops picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks, back in nineteen
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| sixty-four
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| My grandfather was a drinker, back in the day he’d put 'em down
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| But a war is known to change a man, and the whiskey’s known to change a man
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| But, that’s not me I rarely drink from the bottle, but I’ll smoke a little weed
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| I still live in the sticks where you wouldn’t go, in a town of twelve hundred
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| off an old dirt road
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| And a country boy, is all I’ll ever be Now it’s been twelve years since I sold my soul, to the devil in L.A.
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| He said sign here on the dotted line, and your songs they all will play
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| He set up shop on Sunset, he put me up at the Marquee
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| He said, «You wanna sell a million records, boy? |
| You better listen to me.»
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| He said, «Change your style, whiten your smile
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| You could lose a couple pounds
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| If you want to live this life, you’d better lose that wife
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| Do you need your friends around?»
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| I said, no that’s not me
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| 'Cause the biggest things in life are your friends and family
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| And I like my jeans and my old t-shirts, and a couple extra pounds never really
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| hurt
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| 'Cause a country boy, is all I’ll ever be
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| 'Cause Hank taught me just how to stay alive
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| You’ll never catch me out the house without my nine or fourty-five
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| I’ve got a big orange tractor and a diesel truck, and my idea of heaven’s
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| chasing white tail bucks
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| And as a country boy, I know I can survive
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| Now two flags fly above my land, and really sum up how I feel
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| One is the colors that fly high and proud, the red, the white, the blue
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| The other one’s got a rattlesnake, with a simple statement made
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| «Don't tread on me"is what it says, and I’ll take that to my grave
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| Because, this is me
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| I’m proud to be American and strong in my beliefs
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| And I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, 'cause I’ve never needed
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| government to hold my hand
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| And I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, 'cause my family’s always
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| fought and died to save this land
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| And a country boy, is all I’ll ever be Charlie Daniels (Spoken):
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| I love my country, I love my guns, I love my family, I love the way it is now.
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| And anybody that tries to change it, has to come through me.
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| That should be all of our attitudes, 'cause this is America, and a country boy
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| is good enough for me, son. |