| You say country like it’s a bad thing
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| Tease me baby for the way I am
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| Uptown, uptight, you’re way a living
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| I can never be that kind of man
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| You got your powdered up painted on lipstick
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| I got a hole in my brand new jeans
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| You’d never be caught dead in a pickup
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| I’d get mud in your limousine
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| So what are we doing love
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| You tell me, cause I give up
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| The odds are stacked a hundred to one
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| So what are we doing in love
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| Sweet tea, cornbread, fried green tomatoes
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| Football, NASCar, Redman chew
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| You’re sweet champagne and caviar kisses
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| I’m cheeseburgers and 90 proof
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| I’m a dirt poor redneck cowboy
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| You’re a woman of the world
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| I don’t know what you see in my brown eyes
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| You can do so much better than me
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| So what are we doing love
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| You tell me, cause I give up
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| The odds are stacked a hundred to one
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| So what are we doing in love
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| Why do you love me?
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| I give up baby
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| So what are we doing love
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| You tell me, cause I give up
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| The odds are stacked a hundred to one
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| So what are we doing in love |