| I just wanna make it clear from the start
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| That I’m just singin' with a hillbilly heart
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| Ain’t got no half-assed goddamn city boy roots
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| I feel the ground on my land under my boots
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| Out in the open land, a man can be a man
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| For the neon lights I do not give a damn
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| Just give me shotgun, trucks and cow
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| Horses, whiskey and rye
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| All the things that keep the beat up in this hillbilly heart
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| You can’t change that even if you try
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| Well I don’t understand the way things go down
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| For some people who are livin' in town
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| They have lost connection with reality
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| Living only for the fashions on tv
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| You know that I spend my weekends
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| Out hunting with my friends
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| And that sure as hell is better than all trains (it sure is)
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| Just give me shotgun, trucks and cow
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| Horses, whiskey and rye
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| All the things that keep the beat up in this hillbilly heart
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| You can’t change that even if you try
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| Guitar Solo
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| Well hey there little purdy city girl
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| I know that you want your diamond rings and pearls
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| And you think us country boys ain’t any good
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| Cause you count money a lot higher than the woods (?)
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| Well you know, I think you honestly
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| That fancy jewelry ain’t nothing to compare
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| To living in the free
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| Cause we got shotguns, trucks and cow
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| Horses, whiskey and rye
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| All the things that keep the beat up in this hillbilly heart
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| Keeps the beatin, girl
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| Shotguns, trucks and cow
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| Horses, whiskey and rye
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| All the things that keeps the beating in this hillbilly heart
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| Keeps the beating 'til the day i die |