| Country green, do you know what I mean?
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| She’s true and pure like country green
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| I feel her hand upon my shoulder
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| Waking me from a drawn out sleep
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| I’m the only man to ever hold her
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| What we share ain’t nothin' cheap
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| Sunday morning, we spend at God’s house
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| Sunday evening, we spend at mine
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| Quiet nights down by the sawmill
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| We sit and talk, her hand in mine
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| Country green, do you know what I mean?
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| She’s true and pure like country green
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| Country green, just a poor boy’s dream
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| She makes me feel like country green
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| Summer rain falls down the chimney
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| Umm, makes a puddle on the floor
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| It’s so good to have her with me
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| I don’t know what I did before
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| Country green, do you know what I mean?
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| She’s true and pure like country green
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| Country green, just a poor boy’s dream
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| She makes me feel like country green
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| Country green, do you know what I mean?
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| She’s true and pure like country green |