| we are young contry, we are the pride
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| the sons and the daughters of American life
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| our hair is not orange, we don’t wear chains and spikes
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| but we know how to have fun, come Saturday night
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| we know what’s right, we know what’s wrong
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| we know what we like, to hear in a song
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| we like some of the old stuff, we like some of the new
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| but we do our own choosen, we pick our own music
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| if you don’t mind thank you
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| we are young country, we like all kinds
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| of music and people, 'cause we don’t draw no lines
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| no our hair is not orange, we don’t wear chains and spikes
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| but we know how to have fun come Saturday night
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| we like old Waylon, hey we know Van Hallen
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| we like ZZ Top, we like country and rock
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| old Hank would be proud and Elvis would too
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| we like our country mixed with some big city blue’s
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| we are young contry, we are the pride
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| The sons and the daughters of American life
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| old Hank would be proud and Elvis would too
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| 'cause we like our country, mixed with some rythem and blue’s
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| we know when it’s hot, we know when it’s not
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| if you don’t mind thank you |