| Out here, ain’t nothin' but woods and water
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| Drop a beer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber
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| Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle
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| How the good Lord intended it
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| Yes, he did
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| I love my country, I love my country
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| Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
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| We keep it funky we like how it sounds
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| Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
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| Up loud and proud, rollin' into town
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| Hanging out the window like a Bluetick hound
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| Ain’t sorry, ain’t nothin' to be sorry about
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| I love my country, I love my country up loud
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| Barbecue, steak fries, styrofoam, plate date night
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| George Strait, singing greats, while we turning up, sitting lake side
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| That pedal steel, she straight slidin' over here to me
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| She do that Alabama Shake, like you ain’t ever seen
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| I love my country, I love my country
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| Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
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| We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
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| Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
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| Up loud and proud, rollin' into town
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| Hanging out the window like a Bluetick hound
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| Ain’t sorry, ain’t nothin' to be sorry about
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| I love my country
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| I love my country up loud
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| I love my country up loud
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| I’m talking way up loud
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| I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd
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| And going out downtown when I’m with her
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| Like driving too fast down a four-lane road
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| But damn sure nowhere close to the way that
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| I love my country, I love my country
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| Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
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| We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
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| Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
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| Up loud and proud, rollin' into town
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| Hanging out the window like a Bluetick hound
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| Ain’t sorry, ain’t nothin' to be sorry about
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| I love my country, I love my country up loud (Yeah, baby, ooh)
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| I love my country up loud, yeah, way up loud
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| That’s a country ass lyric right there, boy
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| Haha, yee-yee |