| I like pretty lights
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| And city nights
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| And pretty city women to hold me tight
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| But that won’t change my country side
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| I’m proud to tell ya that I’m countrified
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| I’m into caviar and long shiny cars
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| Seeing the stars in the big city bars
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| But I take all these things in stride
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| Deep down inside I’m so countrified
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| Well I love my grits
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| I love my greens
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| Country motels and those sweet southern belles
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| I like fried chicken like a country boy should
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| And everything that’s finger licking good
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| I like to get loud and dance in a crowd
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| Go out to places where jeans are allowed
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| So I can feel my country side
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| I’m proud to tell you that I’m countrified
|
| Well I love my grits
|
| I love my greens
|
| Country motels and those sweet southern belles
|
| I like fried chicken like a country boy should
|
| And everything that’s finger lickin' good
|
| I like to get loud and dance in a crowd
|
| Go out to places where jeans are allowed
|
| So I can feel my country side
|
| Deep down inside I’m so countrified
|
| I like pretty lights and city nights and pretty city women to hold me tight
|
| But that won’t change my country side
|
| I’m proud to tell you that I’m countrified
|
| I’m into caviar and long shiny cars
|
| Seeing the stars in the big city bars
|
| But I take all these things in stride
|
| I’m proud to tell you that I’m countrified |