| I grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette
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| Blue collar dollars and the sun on my neck
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| Nascar and earnhart, still miss number three
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| Hey, I’m just as country as country can be
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| Wide open spaces fit me like a glove
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| Still live for my truck to be covered in mud
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| I got hard workin hands, I got boots on my feet
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| And I’m just as country as country can be
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| Hey I’m just as country as country can be
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| Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed
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| I thank the all mighty for the land of the free
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| And I’m just as country as country can be
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| I hear all this talk about time for a chance
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| I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with the same
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| Who I am already is alright with me
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| Though I’m just as country as country can be |