| Old boat, new boat
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| Red boat, blue boat
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| Only thing better than one is two boats
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| Big church, small church
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| Come one, come all church
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| New sound, old sound
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| Small town, old town
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| If you’re drinking, better have enough for the whole town
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| Red dirt, clay dirt
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| Trying to get to paydirt
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| Country did as country does
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| Long as the salt gets licked, and the corn grows thick and the sun comes up
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| Country is as country was
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| And 'round here, the good old days ain’t far away, 'cause they can’t change us
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| Proud of your family, proud of your name
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| Proud of the mud running through your veins
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| They say nothing don’t ever stay the way it was
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| But country does
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| Country does
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| Old folks, kinfolks
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| Those folks, them folks
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| Talk about us, gonna take it on the chin folks
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| Farm work, hard work
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| Kids do the yardwork
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| Slow song, sad song
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| Growing up on dad’s songs
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| Long as there’s fiddle, hell, there really ain’t a bad song
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| Cold beer, cheap beer
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| Plant our roots and our boots and our feet here
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| Country did as country does
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| Long as the salt gets licked, and the corn grows thick and the sun comes up
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| Country is as country was
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| And 'round here, the good old days ain’t far away, 'cause you can’t change us
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| Proud of your family, proud of your name
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| Proud of the mud running through your veins
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| They say nothing don’t ever stay the way it was
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| But country does
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| Country does
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| Country did as country does
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| Long as the salt gets licked, and the corn grows thick and the sun comes up
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| Country is as country was
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| And 'round here, the good old days ain’t far away, 'cause they can’t change us
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| Proud of your family, proud of your name
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| Proud of the mud running through your veins
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| They say nothing don’t ever stay the way it was
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| But country does
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| Country does, yeah
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| Country does
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| Proud of your family
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| Proud of your name
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| Proud of the mud running through your veins
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| Proud of your family
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| Proud of your name
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| Proud of the mud running through your veins… |