| There’s an old fashioned country way of livin'
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| There’s an old country way to greet a friend
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| I’m shakin' off the shackles of this big town
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| And I’m headin' for the country ways again
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| There’s an old fashioned country way of singin'
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| Songs that are truthful and worthwhile
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| Songs of the life we live together
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| Oh I mean to say we call it country style
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| There’s an old fashioned country way of playin'
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| Without the pomp and style of any star
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| It’s what we call a good old get together
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| Stringin' with a pick 'n strum guitar — oh yeah
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| Oh you can’t beat a good old country barn dance
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| They come for miles up and down the line
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| And if they feel like dancin' until daylight
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| Oh well no-one seems to care about the time
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| Oh there’s mateship in a good old country bar room
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| For everyone knows everybody else
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| And as you laugh and listen to the mingled stories
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| And maybe throw a few around yourself
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| So you ask me city friend, why I am leavin'
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| To share again the droughts and floods and strife
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| You ask me why I’m singin' country music
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| Well country music, friend, is a way of life
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| There’s an old fashioned country way of livin'
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| There’s an old country way to greet a friend
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| Though fame and wealth may never be extended
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| Your wealth is in the hearts of your dear friends
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| There’s an old fashioned country way of livin'
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| There’s an old country way to greet a friend
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| I’m shakin' off the shackles of this big town
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| And I’m headin' for the country ways again
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| aah, headin' for the country ways again |