| I’m a long country mile from bein' in style
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| Dirty hat and cowboy boots
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| I cut my teeth on them old outlaw songs
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| My daddy used to listen to
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| Guess it’s in my genes
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| I gotta be me
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| Yeah, I say what I think
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| But sometimes I drink
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| And when I do, I drink too much
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| Wind up on my back
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| Eye shinin' black
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| And I know it’s all because bad as it might be
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| Hey, I gotta be me
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| You can wind me up an dine me
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| You can polish up and shine me
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| But the real thing’s gonna shine through
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| It ain’t always pretty, but the cowboy in me
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| Couldn’t change if he wanted to
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| Yeah, I had a girl her name was Pearl
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| I think she’s up in Arkansas
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| She raised her voice and gave me a choice
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| 'Tween singin' in a Honkeytonk or a J-O-B
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| As you can see, I gotta be me
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| Yeah, you can wine me up and dine me
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| You can polish up an shine me
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| But the real things gonna shine through
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| It ain’t always pretty but the cowboy in me
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| Couldn’t change if he wanted to
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| Yeah, I’m a rusty old truck you see at front
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| 'Tween the Lexus and the Coup de Ville
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| A one of a kind that some try to find
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| Some are hoping that never will
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| Still I do my thing, 'cause I gotta be me
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| Yeah, like it or not, this is all I got
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| I gotta be me |