| He aint much for talkin,
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| But he means every word he says,
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| Well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed,
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| Leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord,
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| Yea you can always tell a country boy
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| Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee
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| But for a girl like you he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice
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| He’ll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice
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| Yea you can always tell a country boy
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| Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much
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| Cuz all he’s ever gonna be is who he always was
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| A cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy
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| You can always tell a country boy
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| He’ll go off and take a long walk when he needs some time to think
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| Might even let ya drive his truck when he’s had to much to drink
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| Bout as true blue as ol glory wavin out there on tha pourch
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| Yea you can always tell a country boy
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| Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much
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| Sometimes his gears turn so slow you swear there gonna rust
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| From tha way he bangs that ol guitar to tha gravel in his voice
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| You can always tell a country boy
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| Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then
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| But you can’t drag them forty acres outta him
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| Yea you can always tell him but you can’t tell him much
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| He’s on tha fence about alot of things but on you his minds made up
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| Cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter than tha sweet sound of your voice
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| You can always tell a country boy
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| Whatevers on your heart now come on and tell this country boy |