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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Country Boy - Lyrics - Jimmy Nail

Title: Country Boy
Artist: Jimmy Nail
Composer(s): Steve Winwood

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Lyric:
When I was born as I recall
The preacher didn't hold out any hopes at all
He looked at me all pink and skin
Thought he'd better dip me in the bath again

I scuffed my shins on bigger things
People throwin' rocks at the angel's wings
But through it all I stood tall
Even when my back was up against the wall

The devil's daughter keep a calling out my name
(Oh, baby I can take you down)
I so sincerely want to cross the road and play the game

Raise your hands, jump for joy
Let's hear it for the country boy
Raise your hands, jump for joy
Let's hear it for the country boy
Ooh, let's hear it for the country boy

So I grow'd up became a man
I took my daddy's teachings all across the land
The journey's long but I must be strong
And try to tell the difference 'tween right and wrong

But devil's daughter keep a calling out my name
(Ooh, come on I'll make you miserable)
I've been to heaven now I'm never gonna see things the same
(Oh, love to be with [Incomprehensible] boy)

Raise your hands, jump for joy
Let's hear it for the country boy
Raise your hands, jump for joy
Let's hear it for the country boy

Ooh, let's hear it for the country boy
(Raise your hands)
Ooh, let's hear it for the country boy
(Let's hear it now)

Ooh, let's hear it for the country boy
(Raise your hands)
Ooh, let's hear it for the country boy
(Ooh, oh yeah)

Ooh, let's hear it for the country boy
(Raise your hands)
Ooh, let's hear it for the country boy
(Raise your hands)

Raise your hands, jump for joy
Let's hear it for the country boy
Raise your hands, jump for joy
Let's hear it for the country boy

Raise your hands, jump for joy
Let's hear it for the country boy

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Country Boy - Lyrics - Unchained - Johnny Cash

Title: Country Boy
Album: Unchained
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): John R Cash

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Lyric:
Country boy
Ain't got no shoes
Country boy
Ain't got no blues

Well you work all day while you're waitin' to play
In the sun and the sand, with a face that's tan
At the end of the day, when your work is done
You ain't got nothin' but fun

Country boy
Ain't got no wills
Country boy
You don't owe no bills

You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm
While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook
If everything's gonna turn out right
You're gonna fry fish tonight

Country boy
You got a lot to lose
Country boy
How I wish I was in your shoes

Country boy
You got a shaggy dog
Country boy
Up a hollow log

Well he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun
And with a shell or two and your dog and you
When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide
He's gonna be good fried

Country boy
You got a lot to lose
Country boy
How I wish I was in your shoes

Country boy
You got work to do
Country boy
In the morning dew

You gotta plant the seed, you gotta cut the weeds
There's many a row you know you gotta hoe
When it's quittin' time, and your work is through
There's a lot of life in you

Country boy
You're lucky free
Country boy
I wish I was you and you was me

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Thank God I'M Country Boy - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Thank God I'M Country Boy
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Martin Sommers

Lyric:
Well, life's on a farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play 'Sally Goodin'' all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy, ooh

Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Well, son let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
Thank God you're a country boy"

Well, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little
And thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle, ooh
Thank God I'm a country boy, yes

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Thank God I'M A Country Boy - Lyrics - Let Them Be Little - Billy Dean

Title: Thank God I'M A Country Boy
Album: Let Them Be Little
Artist: Billy Dean
Composer(s): John Martin Sommers

Lyric:
Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
Early to rise and early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

A simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
Days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up my bow
Well, the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

And I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my farm, my fiddle and tools
I thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, the city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
People, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

See, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close to his side
He said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"

Yeah, my daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love, how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
The sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
I thank God I'm a country boy

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Thank God I'M A Country Boy - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Thank God I'M A Country Boy
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Martin Sommers

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Lyric:
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out the fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play, Sally Goodin' all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can an' I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy, ooo

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yea, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's, till the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
An' thank God you're a country boy"

Well my daddy taught me young
How to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work, to play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love an' how to give just a little
An' thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Ooo, thank God I'm a country boy, yes

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Look At Me Now - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: Look At Me Now
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Anthony Sears, Wesley Weston, Estil Hobbs

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Lyric:
Yeah, I represent Houston man
Ya know they say we country down here
But everybody tryna ride blades
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Ya feel me?, so I'm just keepin' it trill
Like my nigga Bun B say, yeah, ugh, ugh

I came along way I went from Cutless to Benz
From Benz to Jag on twenty-three inch rims
From crack to macs from broke to sacks
From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats

From stamps to tattoos from home to school
Even though I made straight A's I still broke the rules
I came along way I went from no shows, to mo' shows
I went from Duck Head to Giraud and Polo

They all said
(Flip, you need to stop rapping)
And now I'm rockin' two chains
They say please stop cappin'
And I'm like what happened

I thought we was cool
But I gotta strong line
So I'm like fuck you!

They always said I was a country boy
(Country boy)
But now they see the rims spinnin' on my candy toy
(Toy)
They always said I was a country boy
(Country boy)
Well look at me now bitch, I'm a star
(Star)

They always said I was a country boy
(Country boy)
But now they see the rims spinnin' on my candy toy
(Toy)
They always said I was a country boy
(Country boy)
Well look at me now bitch, I'm a star
(Star)

Well I'm a supa-dupa star in a supa-dupa car
Got nine DVD's I'm watching the Entourage
Nextel, Cellular
(Hello)
Windows tinted
I payed for my ride your Benzo rinted

I'm all weed scented 'cause I blow like Snoop
And people think I'm flippin' birds
'Cause I'm rollin' in a Coupe
And I'm smellin' like Juice
Wit twenty rocks on my tooth

Y'all doing the Harlem Shake we raise da roof
I sprayed the Coupe with ten coats of red
And just because blades are choppin' everybody dead
And I'm like the Exorcist 'cause I gotta turn a head

And we can't go on a date girl if you in the
(Red)
'Cause I'll hit you in the head
Wit a mothafuckin' pillow
I'ma stay Sucka free like my homie
Big Mello
(R.I.P)

And thats coming straight from me
And I'm still a ghetto boy
Like Scarface and MJB

They always said I was a country boy
(Country boy)
But now they see the rims spinnin' on my candy toy
(Toy)
They always said I was a country boy
(Country boy)
Well look at me now bitch, I'm a star
(Star)

I ain't ashamed of where I'm from, baby I'm from the hood
And if you ask me, how I'm doin'? I'ma say, ?I'm doin' good"
And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack
'Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin cracked

I ain't ashamed of where I'm from, baby I'm from the hood
If people ask me how I'm doin?" I'ma say, ?I'm doin' good"
And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack
'Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin' cracked

All my ex's live in Texas ha ha
Yeah, Redd in a Lexus nigga thats how we doin' it
Houston know what I'm saying
Thats how I'm doing it my nigga did the track

All how ass nigga can't fuck with us
Fuck y'all watch out for my nigga Redd
Doing a show soon down in Nashville
In the studio that album coming soon

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Country Boy Can Survive - Lyrics - Kid Rock

Title: Country Boy Can Survive
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Hank Jr. Williams

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Lyric:
The preacher man says, it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's goin' dry
The interest is up and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
My woman, my kids and my dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a 4 wheel drive
A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive

See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine

A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam"
If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn

I had a good friend in N.Y. City
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me, Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beach nut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin' 45

A country boy can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam"
If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn

Were from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well I can skin a buck and run a trout line
A country boy can survive
Well, a country boy can survive
Survive

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Dumbass Country Boy - Lyrics - Stayin' Alive - Jackyl

Title: Dumbass Country Boy
Album: Stayin' Alive
Artist: Jackyl
Composer(s): Jesse James Dupree

Lyric:
I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
I remember the days when men were men
If it was up to me I'd bring 'em back again
And I'd kick your candy asses up around your jaded ears

I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
I got friends with names like Slim and Coy
Just a dumb ass country boy
I'm just a dumb ass country boy

I punch the clock for 40 'cause it's all I know
Remember the days of jammin' drugs and love
And it was cool to say yes to all the above
And I still can't find nothing wrong
With saying yes to smoking mother nature

I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
Got friends with names like Slim and Coy

Now people listen to me, I'm your social conscience
I been gone for a while you've had to make it on your own
Now people listen to me, you got no social conscience
You gotta get up, get up and get over it

That's right, I just wanna change the world
Change the world's diapers that is
All those tender ass sons o' bitches
Who are all these goobers who say
What's cool and what's not cool
What's hip and not hip?

Yeah, I might be a one hit wonder
I might not be
But then again it might only take me one hit
To knock your teeth down your God damn throat

That's right, the girls only want crab my ass
So Peggy ass pal
It's time for me to drive this Impala
You need to be programmed, I'll program your ass
Listen to me motherfucker, listen to me

I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
Got friends with names like Slim and Coy
I'm just a dumb ass country boy

I think people wanna rock but what do I know
Got friends with names like Slim and Coy
It's the simple things that I enjoy
With my friends that are named Slim and Coy

Hey, what do I know?
What do you know?
What does anybody fuckin' know?

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

A Country Boy Can Survive (Y2k Verison) - Lyrics - Chad Brock

Title: A Country Boy Can Survive (Y2k Verison)
Artist: Chad Brock
Composer(s): Hank Jr. Williams

Lyric:
Computer man says it's the end of time
December 31st, 1999
People buying up army surplus things
Afraid of what the new year will bring

I live back in the woods, you see
Y2K don't mean a thing to me
I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-wheel drive
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these 'ol boys can't do (including Bocephus)
We grow good 'ol tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

'Cause you can't starve us out
And you can't make us run
We'll survive the new millennium
We say grace and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that we don't give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the western skies
If the bank machines crash, we'll be just fine
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
Never called me by my name, just Hillbilly
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life

I'd like to spit some beech nuts in that dude's eye
And shoot him with my ol' 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

'Cause you can't starve us out
And you can't make us run
We'll survive the new millennium
We say grace and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that we don't give a damn

We're from North Carolina and South Alabam
And little towns all around this land
If the bank machines crash, we'll be just fine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Any year, any time

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Country Boy - Lyrics - Ricky Skaggs

Title: Country Boy
Artist: Ricky Skaggs
Composer(s): Raymond Smith, Albert Lee, Tony Colton

Lyric:
I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

I may look like a bank teller
Pushin' facts in a file
But I'd rather be a haul collar
Shooin' foot home in style

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

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Monday, August 16, 2010

North Country Boy - Lyrics - Charlatans Uk

Title: North Country Boy
Artist: Charlatans Uk
Composer(s): Timothy A Burgess, Mark V Collins, Martin Victor Blunt, Jonathan Thomas Brookes, Robert Patrick Collins

Lyric:
Hey country boy
Hey country boy
What are you sad about?
Everyday you make the sun come out
Even in the pouring rain I'll come to see you
And I'll save you, I'll save you

What do you care about
And she says "This and that"
What do I mean to you
I'll show you if you want the truth
I can't remember I don't know how to tell you
But I love you just the same

How many eyes must a young girl have
I know she makes you cry, I know she makes you laugh
I'll be good to you if I could I'd make you happy
If I had a son I'd be good to my daddy
Who loves you though I bet it's not the same
As you're north country boy

Hey country boy
What are you sad about?
I think we'll work it out
Even in the morning rain, he'll come to see you
Hope your feelings are the same

How many ears must a young girl have
I know she hears you cry, I know she hears you laugh
Itchy and scratchy come runnin' up the alley
If you be good I'll be good to your daddy
Who loves you though I bet it's not the same
As you're north country boy

What do you care about
And she says "This and that"
What do I mean to you
I'll show you if you want the truth
I threw it all away, don't know where I put it
But I miss it all the same

How many eyes must a young girl have
I know she makes you cry, I know she makes you laugh
I'll be good to you if I could I'd make you happy
If I'll be good I'll be good to your daddy
Who loves you though I bet it's not the same
As you're north country boy

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Ain'T No Place For A Country Boy - Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Title: Ain'T No Place For A Country Boy
Artist: Chris Ledoux
Composer(s): Bob Leftridge

Lyric:
I pack my clothes in a cardboard box and mama packed my lunch
I walk down to the highway and caught a trailways bus
I woke up in the city stepped down on the curb
To the strangest lookin' people and sounds I've never heard

It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me

I keep my nineteen dollars, stuck way down in my shoe
It cost me seven fifty for a dirty sleepin' room
My window faced the alley and the city smells were strong
I couldn't sleep for horns and sirens blowin' all night long

It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me

I didn't even bother to unpack the clothes that I brought
Some man paid me ten dollars for grandpa's pocket watch
I got off the trailways bus, the same place I got on
My head is full of memories, walkin' down the road to home

It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me

It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Jesus Was A Country Boy - Lyrics - Clay Walker

Title: Jesus Was A Country Boy
Artist: Clay Walker
Composer(s): Melvin Rivers Rutherford, Clay Walker

Lyric:
I stumbled on a preacher Sunday mornin''
All decked out and made up for TV
Askin' for some money from God's people
Talkin' all that high theology

Well, I might be just an old blue collar
There's things about the Lord that I don't know
But I bet he never had a million dollars
Or wore a lot of stylish fancy clothes

'Cause Jesus was a country boy
Walkin' down a dirt road with everything that He owned
He never met a stranger
Born in a barn underneath the stars
His momma laid Him in a manger

Swimmin' in the river
Fishin' for His dinner
Livin' with the sinners like me
Makes me think
Jesus was a country boy

My daddy never cared much for religion
And my mama worried a lot about his soul
She's hit her knees and pray for him on Sunday
While daddy hit his favorite fishin' hole

You see daddy was a rebel and a rambler
But I always knew he loved my momma so
I never doubted, he'd make it to heaven
'Cause it's not who you are, it's who you know
And daddy knew

That Jesus was a country boy
Walkin' down a dirt road with everything that He owned
He never met a stranger
Born in a barn underneath the stars
His momma laid Him in a manger

Swimmin' in the river
Fishin' for His dinner
Livin' with the sinners like me
Makes me think
Jesus was a country boy

Oh yes and I believe
That Jesus was a country boy

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy - Lyrics - Your Man - Josh Turner

Title: Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy
Album: Your Man
Artist: Josh Turner
Composer(s): Bob Mcdill

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Lyric:
Well, I grew up wild and free
Walkin' these fields in my bare feet
There wasn't no place I couldn't go
With a .22 rifle and a fishin' pole

Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy

When I was young, I remember well
I'd hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail
The river was clear and deep back then
Had fishin' lines tied to the willow limb

Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy, alright

Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream
They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
There's a laundromat and a barbershop
And now the whole meadow is a parking lot

Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy

Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy

Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy

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Friday, August 13, 2010

I'M A Country Boy - Lyrics - Nuthin' Fancy - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: I'M A Country Boy
Album: Nuthin' Fancy
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): R. Van Zant A Collins

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Lyric:
New York City is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, I?ll tell you, ?That?s okay?
Well, I?m not trying to put The Big Apple down
They don?t need a man like me in town

Well, I pick cotton down on the Dixie Line
I work all day just tryin? to make a dime
But that?s alright, that?s okay by me
?Cause that?s the way that it was meant to be

Big city, hard times don?t bother me
I?m a country boy, I?m as happy as I can be

I don?t like smoke chokin? up my air
And some of those city folks, well they don?t care
I don?t like cars buzzin' around
I don?t even want a piece of concrete in my town

Well, I, I like sunshine, fresh clean air
Makes me feel like, well, you wouldn?t care
But that?s alright now, each to his own
But one smell from the city
And this country boy is gone

I said, big city, hard times never bother me
I?m a country boy, I?m as happy as I can be

Well, I don?t wanna even read about it

Let me tell you somethin', let me tell you true
What?s right for me might not be right for you
Well, you live your way, I?ll live mine
An' I hope that you're happy all the time

But I pick cotton down on the Dixie line
I work all day tryin? to make a dime
But that?s alright, that?s okay by me
?Cause that?s the way it was supposed to be

Now big city, hard times never bother me
I?m a country boy, I?m as happy as I can be

Let me tell ya

I said, big city, hard times never bother me
I?m a country boy, I?m as happy as I can be

Ooh, that?s my way, baby
I don?t want you to even tell me about the big city
I don?t want to read about it

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Southern Bound - Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

Title: Southern Bound
Artist: Porter Wagoner
Composer(s): R Pennington

Lyric:
I'm a walkin' southern bound down the highway
The cars and the buses and the big trucks pass me by
I walk awhile then I thumb, they must think I'm a bum
'Cause no one will give this country boy a ride

Well, I left to get a job in that big city
'Cause Lucy's dad said, ?Son don't hang around?
I got her letter in the mail today
And they can't keep me away

Tonight this country boy is southern bound
Can't afford a ticket on that Big Gray Dog
Where I'm a goin' they don't know a freight train sound
I'm a long way from home cold and hungry and all alone
Tonight this country boy is southern bound

Well, I know they will all be glad to see me
It's been three long years since I left to roam
I can hear my mama cry as she kissed her boy goodbye
But tonight this country boy is headed home

I've got just enough left to buy some coffee
And I'll spend it if this road goes through the town
Take some money if I grind all I have left is my pride
If I have to walk I will, I'm southern bound

Can't afford a ticket on that Big Gray Dog
Where I'm a goin' they don't know a freight train sound
I'm a long way from home cold and hungry and all alone
Tonight this country boy is southern bound
(Tonight this country boy is southern bound)

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

8 Second Ride - Lyrics - Jake Owen

Title: 8 Second Ride
Artist: Jake Owen
Composer(s): Bruce Eric Durrance, Joshua Ryan Owen

Lyric:
Come on

I said, "Hey girl, what's your name?
Haven't I seen you before?
I recognize them dark green eyes
When you walked through the door"

"Are you alone, or are you with someone?"
She said, "As a matter of fact I'm not"
So I took her hand, that's when it all began
And we headed towards the parking lot

And she said, "Hey boy, do you mind
Taking me home tonight?
'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy
With tires on his truck this high"

I said, "Climb on up, but honey watch the cup
That I'm spitttin' my dip inside
And hold on tight 'cause it's gonna be wilder
Than any eight second ride"

We went ridin' around rockin' to the sound
Of "A Country Boy Can Survive"
And I knew then she was my kinda girl
'Cause she was singin' every single line

Then she slid on over put my hand on her shoulder
And I asked her what she wanted to do
She said, "It really don't matter where we go
Just as long as I'm ridin' with you"

She said, "Hey boy, do you mind
Taking me home tonight?
'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy
With tires on his truck this high"

I said, "Climb on up, but honey watch the cup
That I'm spitttin' my dip inside
And hold on tight 'cause it's gonna be wilder
Than any eight second ride"

So we headed out to Old Tobacco Road
Put the tailgate down and we made love
She said "A true country boy is hard to find
But I found one wilder then any eight second ride"

She said, "Hey boy, do you mind
Taking me home tonight?
'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy
With tires on his truck this high"

I said, "Climb on up, but honey watch the cup
That I'm spitttin' my dip inside
And hold on tight 'cause it's gonna be wilder
Than any eight second ride"

Yeah, hold on tight because it's gonna be wilder
Than any eight second ride

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Country Boy'S Tool Box - Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Title: Country Boy'S Tool Box
Artist: Aaron Tippin
Composer(s): Ronnie Rogers, Aaron Tippin

Lyric:
Sit down, honey, gotta have us a talk
Your man is a little upset
There's a couple of things
That's been missing

And I ain't found 'em yet
I ain't pointing no fingers
Ain't layin' no blame
And I don't wanna lose my cool

But you just don't fool
With a country boy's tool
Tool box

Now did I hear you right
You loaned 'em out
To the neighbor down the road
Hey, I'd just as soon

You'd let him have my ole bird dog
Or my favorite fishing pole
Now there's one little lesson
That they just don't teach in school

You just don't fool
With a country boy's tool
Tool box

It was handed down
From my daddy's dad
Back in nineteen forty-two
And they may be rusty
And they might be old

But they're kinda like
My family jewels
Honey, I love you
But there's something else too
That I care about a heck of a lot

Oh, you just, just don't fool
With a country boy's tool
Tool box

Now I don't wanna hurt
Your tender heart
And I really do understand
That a friend in need
Is a friend indeed

And you offer a helping hand
But if something gets broke
And it's gotta be fixed
Well, I don't blame you know who

'Cause you just don't fool
With a country boy's tool
Tool box

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Another Friday Night - Lyrics - Me & You - Kenny Chesney

Title: Another Friday Night
Album: Me & You
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Tim Nichols, Zach Turner, Mark Sanders

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Lyric:
Gonna cash my check before the drive-through closes
Get my baby a couple quick-sack roses
Put 5 dollars worth of gas in my pride and joy
Another Friday night in the life of a country boy

Gonna take her out to the Tasty-Freeze then
We'll go dancing at the American Legion
When ol' Bobby does Elvis, you swear it was the real McCoy
Another Friday night in the life of a country boy

Aw, there ain't much to do in the one-life town
But we don't let that slow us down
If it's too quiet, we make our own noise

Now you can bet your boots by the end of the week
My pretty little girl is ready for me
Another Friday night in the life of a country boy

When we've had enough of that shakin' and a shoutin'
We go fog up the windows in the Smoky Mountains
Have more fun than a couple of tourists and a polaroid
Another Friday night in the life of a country boy

Aw, there ain't much to do in the one-life town
But we don't let that slow us down
If it's too quiet, we make our own noise

Now you can bet your boots by the end of the week
My pretty little girl is ready for me
Another Friday night in the life of a country boy

Another Friday night in the life of a country boy

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Boy From The Country - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Boy From The Country
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Michael Murphey

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Lyric:
Because he called the forest brother
Because he called the earth his mother
They drove him out into the rain
Some people even said that the boy from the country was insane

Because he spoke with fish in the creek
He tried to tell us that the animals could speak
Who knows, perhaps they do, how do you know they don't
Just because they've never spoken to you

Boy from the country, left his home, he was young
Boy from the country, he loves the sun
Yes, he does, yes, he does

He tried to tell us we should love the land
We just turned our heads and laughed
See we did not understand

Sometimes I think the boy from the country
Is the only one who sees
'Cause the boy from the country
Doesn't want to see the forest for the trees

Boy from the country, left his home, he was young
Boy from the country, he loved the sun

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