| Some of us are born to lead
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| Some of us are born to breed
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| And some of us are born to sing love songs
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| Some of us are born to win
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| Some of us are born to sin
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| And some of us are good old country boys
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| So when you’re feeling blue, here’s what I’ll do for
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| You
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| I’ll pick up my guitar and start to play
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| And when I’ve made my choice I will raise my voice
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| And sing you a good old country love song
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| I’ll sing a song of divorce
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| Or tell of lack of intercourse
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| Starving kids and tramps along the road
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| I’ll sing about the gamblin' man
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| And God will save him if he can
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| Just prove his dominoes a bible
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| Mama used to sing me a fine country tune
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| As my dinner was a stewin'
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| Yeah my Ma did everything for me
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| I thank the Lord above
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| He gave me life and he gave me love
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| I’ll tell you of my prison years
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| If I can just hold back the tears
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| Thinking of the bad things that I done
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| But I can’t help a little smile
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| When I recall that sweet little child
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| Waiting at the gates when they released me
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| Now she’s waiting home hummin' a fine country tune
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| As my dinner is a stewin'
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| Yeah that girl does everything for me
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| I thank the Lord above
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| He gave me hope and he gave me love
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| Well I don’t care about s** or race
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| So long as you stay in your place
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| I’ll find room for you in my song
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| I glamourise war and death
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| I epitomize self righteousness
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| And I’ll never do my country wrong |