| Well, I’ve heard about that life out there in L. A
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| The movie stars, the bars and chandeliers
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| Well, I guess I’ll have to head on out there someday
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| But for now I think I’ll hang around down here
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| Cause I’m doing fine, fine out here in the country
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| Them city lights ain’t my cup of tea
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| Yeah, I’m doing fine, fine out here in the country
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| With the hogs and the dogs and the frogs and my baby and me
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| Well, I guess they’ve never fished that Big Black River
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| Or watched the sun go down on Sherman Hill
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| Well, them homegrown country girls, they’ll make you quiver
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| Like a shot from Popcorn’s finest moonshine still
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| And if you know what it’s like
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| The folks treat you right
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| Just like you’re family
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| And if you’re really down home
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| Talkin' down to the bone
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| Come on and sing along with me
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| Yeah, we’re doing fine, fine out here in the country |