| I swear I remember bein' two years old
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| My daddy would rock me, singin' George Jones
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| He kissed my cheek, off to sleep I’d go
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| 'Cause I had a country song to sing
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| Thirty-five kids on a church camp bus
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| Shoutin' Elvira at the top of our lungs
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| I’ll always remember that summer
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| Because we had a country song to sing
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| A few years later I was fallin' in love
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| And I wanted to tell her but he words wouldn’t come
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| So I got my guitar, gave it a strum
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| I had a country song to sing
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| So turn it in, turn it up
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| Grab a microphone or an old hairbrush
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| And a honky tonker in the cab of your truck
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| And let it rain
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| No you can’t go wrong with a country song to sing
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| I earned my first minimum wage paycheck
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| With a week’s full of blister, sun-burning sweat
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| If it weren’t for that radio I swear I’d have quit
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| But I had a country song to sing
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| I won’t ever forget the night, Cody and Dave
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| Got me half drunk, drug me on stage
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| I was nervous as hell but I did okay
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| I had a country song to sing
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| That mornin' we laid grandaddy in the ground
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| Every heart heavy, every head bowed
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| In an unbroken circle, we all gathered round
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| How sweet the sound…
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| We had a country song to sing
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| So turn it in, turn it up
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| Grab a microphone or an old hairbrush
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| And a honky tonker in the cab of your truck
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| And let it rain
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| No you can’t go wrong with a country song to sing
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| If you’re hangin' with the friends you ain’t seen in a while
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| Or a pretty girl leaves you with a smile
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| You got a country song to sing
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| If you’re feelin' proud of where you from
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| Or you’re lost in the crowd and missin' someone
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| You got a country song to sing
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| Yeah we all got a country song to sing |