| It’s the company that I keep
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| It’s the company that I keep
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| Maybe that’s why I love country music
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| When I’m lying in my tip
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| It’s George Jones that I flip
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| Two angels blowing their trumpets on a Christmas decoration
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| One of them winked at me while
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| I was listening to the radio station
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| Delivery boy arrives, whistling something
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| That I can’t recognise, but when I do it will bring tears to my eyes
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| Because maybe that’s why I love country music
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| It’s the company that I keep
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| It’s the company that I keep
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| Maybe that’s why I love country music
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| It talks to me in my sleep
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| It talks to me in my sleep
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| The stars look bright tonight in the northern sky
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| The moon looks like a piece of flattened silver paper
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| I’m feeling a little down
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| I’m feeling a little trash
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| I stretch out on my bed and listen to some Johnny Cash
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| Maybe that’s why I love country music
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| It’s the company that I keep
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| It’s the company that I keep
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| Maybe that’s why I love country music
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| When I’m lying in my tip
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| It’s George Jones that I flip
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| Maybe that’s why I love country music
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| It talks to me in my sleep
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| It talks to me in my sleep
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| Maybe that’s why I love country music
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| It talks to me in my sleep
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| It talks to me in my sleep |