| Lookin' at the frog he ate up my fishbite
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| Sittin' on the bank of the riverside
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| Took a little drink from a jug of moonshine
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| Didn’t have a chaser and almost died
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| Thinkin' 'bout workin' on Monday mornin'
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| Never can wait till quittin' time
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| Just to git down to the water
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| And to wet my fish in line
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| Well, I’m countryfied I like my chicken fried
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| Walk barefootin' through the country side
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| Well, I’m country folk I like to roll my smokes
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| I love to hear a fiddle playin' the «Cotton Eyed Joe»
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| Never been much on conversation and say I’m hell when I get tight
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| Love to git out my old coondog and shine up a few at night
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| Like to sit around a campfire and hear old bluebird work
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| Runnin' them cage of critters while everything is worth
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| Well, I’m countryfied I like my chicken fried
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| Walk barefootin' through the country side
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| Well, I’m country folk I like to roll my smokes
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| I love to hear a fiddle playin' the «Cotton Eyed Joe»
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| I like to sit down with my woman watch TV at the suppertime
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| Snuggle we’ll close together 'cause she knows how to ease my mind
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| Talk about days when we were younger think about day when we get old
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| Like the lazy days of summer we like to watch the fallin' snow
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| Well, I’m countryfied I like my chicken fried
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| Walk barefootin' through the country side
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| Well, I’m country folk I like to roll my smokes
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| I love to hear a fiddle playin' the «Cotton Eyed Joe» |