| Ridin' twenty miles on a midnight train
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| Just to go fishin' in the pourin' rain
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| Take along your baby, just 'cause you’re in love
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| Fishin' and lovin': I can’t get enough
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| Well, that’s Country
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| I was raised a Country child
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| Now that’s Country
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| Baby, that’s my style
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| Got me a pick-up, I got a piece of nothin' farm
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| Shotgun and a hound dog, I got a tractor in the barn
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| Rockin' chair on my front porch and a jug of home-made wine
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| When I ain’t makin' music, that’s how I spend my time
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| Well, that’s Country
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| I was born, yes, a Country child
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| Now that’s Country
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| But baby, that’s my style
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| You know every man and woman
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| Oughta have a place to lay their burdens down
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| You all can do it in that city
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| But it ain’t the same in a big old town
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| Instrumental break
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| Now me just talk to y’all one time
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| Have you ever laid in a field of clover late into the night?
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| An' watched a shooting star fall from heaven till the moon fades outta sight
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| Get up an' go visitin', that’s just what neighbours do
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| I’m proud to be from the country. |
| Now how about you?
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| Oh, that’s Country
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| I was raised on that Mississippi mile
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| Now that’s Country
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| But baby, that’s my style
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| Well, that’s Country
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| Guess I was born a Country child
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| Now that’s Country
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| And baby, that’s my style
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| Ooooooh |