| Cruisin' New York City in the back of this limousine
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| Spendin' my hard-earned money like it grows on trees
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| You’re an uptown girl
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| Mighty easy on the eye
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| But if you think that I' big city
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| Then you’re in for a big surprise
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| Now listen little darlin'
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| there’s things you need to know about me
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| I like grits and gravy,
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| hot tamales, black-eyed peas
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| Wakin' up at first daylight,
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| headin' for a fishin' hole
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| You might catch me rockin'
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| but I’m Country down to my soul
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| Well I rolled into town
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| playing guitar in a hillbilly band
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| You like our rockin' rhythm
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| You say it makes you want to dance
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| Just because I like to turn it up and
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| play a little tooloud
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| Don’t think for a minute
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| I don’t fit in with the honky tonk crowd
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| Now listen little darlin'
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| there’s some things you need to know about me
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| I like grits and gravy,
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| hot tamales, black-eyed peas
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| Jumpin' in my truck for a ride
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| headin' down some old back road
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| You might catch me rockin' but
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| I’m Country down to my soul
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| Yes Ma’am I come from Texas
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| I’m mighty proud of my roots
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| I don’t wear a hat
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| but I got forty pair of cowboy boots
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| Me and Bob Wills used to sing the San Antonio Rose
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| That’s where I learned to swing it girl
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| I’m Country down to my soul
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| Now listen little darlin'
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| there’s things you need to know about me
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| I like grits and gravy, hot tamales, black-eyed peas
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| Layin' on a blanket at night
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| watchin' the stars put on a show
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| You might catch me rockin' but
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| I’m Country down to my soul
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| You might catch me rockin' but
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| I’m Country down to my soul
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| Now that’s Country |