| Daddy used to play guitar and sing in a country band
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| Going on the road he’d take my mama and me
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| I grew up in a world of neon lights and one night stands
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| I’ve been through a hundred towns by the time I was 3
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| I can see him now in his high heeled boots, battered old guitar
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| Driving his beat up forty nine chevrolet
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| And when mama got tired of spendin' her life in hotel rooms and bars
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| Daddy just kind of kissed her cheek and this is what he’d say:
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| «I wanna be a country singer, I wanna make the people cry
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| To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
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| I wanna be a country singer I make them wanna sing along
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| When they hear my down home melodies and stories ‘bout a love gone wrong»
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| I get so tired of one night stands and honky tonks and bars
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| Now home’s alone in the hotel room each night
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| Until I step upon the stage with my daddy’s old guitar
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| I close my eyes and start to play and everything’s alright
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| I wanna be a country singer, I wanna make the people cry
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| To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
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| I wanna be a country singer I make them wanna sing along
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| When they hear my down home melodies and stories ‘bout a love gone wrong
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| I learned the words when I was 5, at 6 I knew the melodies
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| Took my daddy’s guitar and taught myself to play
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| By the time that I was 7 I knew just what I would be
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| And my daddy couldn’t help but smile whenever he’d hear me say:
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| «I wanna be a country singer, I wanna make the people cry
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| To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
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| I wanna be a country singer I make them wanna sing along
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| When they hear my down home melodies and stories ‘bout a love gone wrong»
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| I wanna be a country singer, I wanna make the people cry
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| To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
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| I wanna be a country singer I make them wanna sing along
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| When they hear my down home melodies and stories ‘bout a love gone wrong |