Paroles de C-o-u-n-t-r-y

Joe Diffie

pochette album C-o-u-n-t-r-y
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Date de parution : 05/12/1995

Durée : 0:02:38

Style : Country



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I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car
But i drunk a little shine from a mason jar
I know how to work and how to have fun
I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun

I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer

That's the way i'm gonna be 'till the day i die
C-o-u-n-t-r-y

My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots
She can dance to the music, all night long
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone

She likes boogy woogy, reggae, rap, pop and soul
Hip-hop blues, and rock and roll

If you really want to know what drives her wild
C-o-u-n-t-r-y

You might not know it by the way we talk
We might not show it by the way we walk

But we're true and tried, genuine, certified
C-o-u-n-t-r-y

That's the way we're gonna be until the day we die
C-o-u-n-t-r-y

I said, c-o-u-n-t-r-y

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