| When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
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| No, there ain’t no better life if you ask me
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| If my neck don’t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
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| 'Cause a country boy’s all that I know how to be
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| My back is always breaking, my dogs are always barking
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| My money has trouble making and my truck has trouble starting
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| I’m up before the sun, either hauling hay or hunting
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| My work ain’t ever done, but son, I wouldn’t trade it for nothing
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| So when I die I wanna come back as a country boy
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| No, there ain’t no better life if you ask me
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| If my neck don’t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
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| 'Cause a country boy’s all that I know how to be
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| Yeah, if y’all ain’t in and a fish ain’t on my wall
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| And the whiskey don’t burn going down
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| My feet ain’t in a holler, and blue ain’t on my collar
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| Leave my Hank-cranking, beer-drinking ass in the ground
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| Yeah, when I die I wanna come back as a country boy
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| No, there ain’t no better life if you ask me
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| If my neck don’t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
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| 'Cause a country boy’s all that I know how to be
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| When I die I wanna come back as a country boy
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| Live on this land like my old man did before me
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| I don’t wanna be born into money, where the boots don’t ever get muddy
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| 'Cause a country boy’s all that I know how to be
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| When I die I wanna come back as a country boy
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| No, there ain’t no better life if you ask me
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| If my neck don’t come out red, then Lord, just keep me dead
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| 'Cause a country boy’s all that I know how to be
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| Yeah, a country boy’s all that I know how to be |