Country Girl - Lyrics - Ozark Mountain Daredevils

Title: Country Girl
Artist: Ozark Mountain Daredevils
Composer(s): R Chowning

Lyric:
Well look see the moon comes risin', tomorrow is yesterday
He left his home and now he's gone a hopin' to find a way
A story of Rueben the cobbler, I'll tell you in this style
How he went down the road with his load and shouted for a thousand miles

Oh country girl, oh won't you come to me tonight?
Oh country girl, smother me with delight
Oh country girl, you drive away the pain
Oh country girl, you make sunshine of the rain

With a hop and a hoop and a holler he carried out his dues
'Til the rotted roof made the push that took old Rueben's shoes
And I wonder to be there with him in that sky of gray
We'd sit on a cloud and cry out loud 'til tomorrow is yesterday

Oh country girl, oh won't you come to me tonight?
Oh country girl, smother me with delight
Oh country girl, you drive away the pain
Oh country girl, you make sunshine of the rain

Oh country girl, oh won't you come to me tonight?
Oh country girl, smother me with delight
Oh country girl, oh you drive away the pain
Oh country girl, oh you make sunshine of the rain
You make sunshine

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Country Girls - Lyrics - Stuart Marty

Title: Country Girls
Artist: Stuart Marty
Composer(s): Marty Stuart, Paul Kennerley

Lyric:
Well, I live in the city and I've been around
Seen every single woman in this old town
But all they do is bring me down
Gonna find me a country girl

City life is fast and free
And all these girls are a sight to see
But to tell you the truth, they don't just rock me
Gonna find me a country girl

Country girls, country girls
Sweetest thing in this ol' world
Pretty as pie, pure as pearl
Gonna find me a country girl

Yeah, all the things you heard are true
You wouldn't believe what city girls do
But man that just ain't nothing new
Gonna find me a country girl

Country girls, country girls
Sweetest thing in this ol' world
Pretty as pie, pure as pearl
Gonna find me a country girl

City air is hard to breathe
And the things they say you can't believe
Guess it's time for me to leave
Gonna find me a country girl

Country girls, country girls
Sweetest thing in this ol' world
Pretty as pie, pure as pearl
Gonna find me a country girl

Gonna find me a country girl
Gonna find me a country girl
Girl, girl, girl

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Rock My World (Little Country Girl) - Lyrics - Hard Workin' Man - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Rock My World (Little Country Girl)
Album: Hard Workin' Man
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Steve O'Brien, Bill Labounty

Lyric:
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays with my heart and messes with my mind

Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle
Rock my world little Country girl

She wears snake skin boots made by Calvin Klein
And cheap sunglasses from the five and dime
All the other girls in school they give her dirty looks
She got an "A" in math and never cracked a book

Sure looks good in her denim and pearls
Rock my world little Country girl

Rock my world, drag me out on the floor
Dance with me till I can't dance anymore
One-step, two-step, get in a line
I gotta find a way to make you mine
Rock my world

I tell her that I love her but it ain't enough
She says I got to learn to loosen up
Well, get a little wild on Saturday night
But make sure she's home before the mornin' light

Sunday, she's all ribbons and curls
Rock my world little Country girl

Rock my world, drag me out on the floor
Dance with me till I can't dance anymore
One-step, two-step, get in a line
I gotta find a way to make you mine

Rock my world little Country girl
Rock my world little Country girl
Rock my world little Country girl

Rock my world little Country girl
(Rock on to me girl)
Rock my world little Country girl
(Rock my world)
Rock my world little Country girl

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Country Girl - Lyrics - Jeannie C. Riley

Title: Country Girl
Artist: Jeannie C. Riley
Composer(s): Peter Gosling, Alan Hawkshaw

Lyric:
New York is a long way from Texas
Vegas is a long way from Abilene
I spend lots of my time flyin' out to L.A.
And if you've never been there
You don't know how lonesome big towns can be

Oh, what I'd give to be a country girl again
To be with my people, my man and my kids
To live in a house about a mile down the road from mama's
Oh Lord, what I'd give to be a country girl again?

To go walkin' down a country road at sunset
And see colors, you can almost touch right over head
To hear the gentle breeze of peace blowin' at the treetops
No out in the country there is no talk that God is dead

Oh, what I'd give to be a country girl again
To be with my people, my man and my kids
To live in a house about a mile down the road from mama's
Oh Lord, what I'd give to be a country girl again?
Oh, what I'd give to be a country girl again?

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A Country Girl In Paris - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: A Country Girl In Paris
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Denver

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Lyric:
A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine
Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain
It?s such a contradiction, a heart that?s filled with pain
A country girl in Paris, dreamin? Nashville in the rain

She walks along the boulevard, Champs Alyse
Thinks about a country boy three thousand miles away
Pride is such a hard thing, it?s such a price to pay
To be all alone in Paris with true love so far away

Up upon Mont. Martre when she stops to rest awhile
All the artists look at her and they long to paint her smile
For even in her sorrow there?s something in her eyes
That makes the young men jealous, makes the old men sigh

They say the loss of innocence is always linked to pain
For once the heart is opened nothing ever is the same
And so the evening lends itself to lovers and romance
The way to heal a broken heart is to give true love
One more chance

A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine
Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain
It?s such a contradiction, a heart that?s filled with pain
A country girl in Paris, dreamin? Nashville in the rain
A country girl in Paris, longing for Nashville in the rain

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Hey Young Girl - Lyrics - Southside - Lloyd

Title: Hey Young Girl
Album: Southside
Artist: Lloyd
Composer(s): Ricky M L Walters, Corron Ty Kee Cole, Lloyd Polite

Lyric:
Hey young girl, how you feelin' today?
Girl yo body just brighten my day up
See you have now been approached by a playa
But baby I wont play ya, let's have a conversation

Like, Iz you in school baby, what is your major?
Shawty give me yo number cuz I'm dyin' to date ya
Ain't got a lot of time so I ain't tryin' to chase ya
Just store it in the memory of my 3 way pager

Adrenaline rush like who
Can't explain what I wanna do to ya
I need some vegetable stew
Cuz Shawty got me feelin' weak

Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl, young girl, young girl
Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl, young girl, young girl

Now rollin' wit me, believe these girls gonna hate ya
See they just jealous cuz they know I'm a lace cha
Wit cosy clothes made sweet as Mary Kay
Made of oly straight from Montego Bay

Girl your hips make me wanna change religions
Just as long as you ain't no pigeon
Shawty we could be country livin'
Funktified let's keep it deep fried like dat

Adrenaline rush like who
Can't explain what I wanna do to ya
I need some vegetable stew
Cuz Shawty got me feelin' weak

Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl young girl, young girl
Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl, young girl, young girl

I know you ain't use to a country boy like me
But what you said would not replace Shawty you will see
There's no place in the world that's quite like the dirty south
So give me your information so we can work it out

Dirty south, work it out

Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl, young girl, young girl
Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl, young girl, young girl

Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl, young girl, young girl
Hey young girl, hey young girl
Young girl, young girl, young girl

See Shawty got flavor like a peach lifesaver
Won't you come down to the studio later?
Kyle can rhyme keep the beat tight
We can chill underneath the street light

She's from the south so she's fine and classy
Skin is smooth and she's never ashy
Roll her dro, gotcha fresh and clean
And In the Coupe DeVille gangsta leanin'

Hey young girl

That's how them country boys roll

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Country Girl - Lyrics - Justin Hayward

Title: Country Girl
Artist: Justin Hayward
Composer(s): Justin Hayward

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Lyric:
No deposit, no deposit
No return, no, no return
Knew I had, knew I had to learn
So I fell for a country girl

Running away from the city lights
I'm gonna get out of the smog
Going down in the countryside
I might even get me a job

I'm moving out of this neighborhood
If I have to walk through the wall
Rocking and rolling down the country lanes
Getting away from it all

No deposit, no deposit
No return, no, no return
Knew I had, knew I had to learn
'Cos I knew I had

No deposit, no return
Knew I had to learn
Knew I had, knew I had to learn
So I fell for a country girl

And I'm running away from the city lights
I'm gonna get out of the smog
Going down in the countryside
I might even get me a job

Moving out of this neighborhood
Doing a daylight flit
Rocking and rolling down the country lanes
'Cos Mother Nature told me to quit

I fell in love on a cool, clear night
Where the grass was green
And the moon was bright

And you wouldn't believe
But I swear I was there
And we tasted the dew
On the clean night air

No deposit, no return
Knew I had, knew I had to learn

No deposit, no deposit
No return, no, no return
Knew I had, knew I had to learn
So I fell for a country girl

And now I'm running away from the city lights
I'm gonna get out of the smog
I'm going down in the countryside
I might even get me a job

Moving out of this neighborhood
If I have to walk through the wall
Rocking and rolling down the country lanes
Getting away from it all

Now I'm running away from the city lights
I'm gonna get out of the smog
Going down in the countryside
I might even get me a job

I'm moving out of this neighborhood
Doing a daylight flit
Rocking and rolling down the country lanes
'Cos Mother Nature told me to quit

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Girls - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Girls
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay, loco, sing that one more time sound good, 'cuz)
Girls, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light, loc, a tell that girl over there
My name is Afroman)

I like 'em short, I like 'em tall
I like 'em big, I like 'em small
I like 'em with hair, I like 'em bald
To make a long story short, I like 'em all

I like this girl, I like that girl
I like the skinny girl, I like the fat girl
I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl Ms. 'Goodie Goodie Two Shoes'

Girls
(I like the girls, sing it ya'll)
I like the girls
(You know I do, I'm so in love with you)
Girls
(Oh, baby)
I like the girls
(You gotta understand, I can't operate with no man)

I like 'em shy, I like 'em bold
I like 'em young, I like 'em old
I like 'em smart, I like 'em dumb
I like women anyway they come

Man, I like 'em when they're beautiful
I like 'em when they're ugly
I like it when they ignore me
I like it when they bug me
Ain't a woman that I don't like
I got drunk one time and tried to talk to a dyke

Girls
(I love the girls, yeah)
I like the girls
(Adam gave up his rib so I could take
A hot mama back the crib)
Girls
(I love you, baby, yeah)
I like the girls
(Hey, lady, I'm the hungry hustler Afroman)

I like the wrong girl, I like the right girl
I like the black girl, I like the white girl
I like the brown girl, I like the yellow girl
I like the rich girl, I like the ghetto girl

I like the nice girl, I like the mean girl
Outer space, I even got a green girl
I like the city girl, I like the country girl
Don't let me get high and get the munchies, girl

Girls
(When I'm 99, I'ma have me a woman that's fine)
I like the girls
(Make love and have a heart attack
Cum and go at the same time)
Girls
(Afroman, yeah, Afroman)
I like the girls

Ay man, I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood
When I was a little kid, check it out, man

I met Lil' Red Riding hood
We took a ride to my hood and I rode her real good
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
To make Red Riding Hood holler and scream

I said, ?Boom, bang, pop, pow
Grandmama can't help ya now
When you're on all fours like a horse on her hoof
I'm Afroman, the Big Bad Wolf?

Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(A both, y'all say yeah, yeah)
Girls
(I like the girls)
I like the girls
(You know why? 'Cause I'm a locsta, locsta hundred spokesta)

Girls, they gotta be the most precious commodity
My brain's like the ocean but nothing is swimming
Through my head except naked women
Of course I wanna have sex with you

Do I look like I'm a homosexual?
All you feminists hate my guts
But girl, you gonna love these nuts

Girls
(Yeah, we gonna break it down, you understand me)
I like the girls
(All my G-mosobies up there in Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia)
Girls
(I'm smokin' tumbleweed with all my homies from
Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie)
I like the girls
(Ay, man, check out this song we used to
Sing when we was little kids, right)

My girl got two big lips, taste like potato chips
My girl got two big boobs just like two inter tubes
My girl got two big hips just like two battleships
My girl got real long hair down to her underwear

My girl gotta slender waste
Her favorite seat is on my face
I got taste, I got taste

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Sweet Jamaica - Lyrics - Izitso - Cat Stevens

Title: Sweet Jamaica
Album: Izitso
Artist: Cat Stevens
Composer(s): Cat Stevens

Lyric:
Other people come and go
They try to make it through
I have to smile and tell them no
'Cause I only care for you, I only care for you

Yes, you are my sweet, sweet Jamaica
Country mama, brown country girl
When you touch me I, I feel so tall

If you let me down boy, I'd be so small
Yes, you are my sweet Jamaica
Country mama, brown country girl

Everybody needs a friend
To brighten up their world
I know you'll never let me down
'Cause you're not that kind of girl, no no no

I want to see you round every turn
You're my world, far as I'm concerned
Got no time to run about
Just want to spend my life out with you, only you

Yes, you are my sweet, sweet Jamaica
Country mama, brown country girl
Oh, yes, you are, sweet Jamaica
Oh brown country girl, ooh

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Twang - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Twang
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Brian K. Scott, Andre S Brissett, William Rahsaan Hughes, Melvin Adams, Ron Wilson

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Lyric:
What is it you tryna hide
Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin'
The way workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl

No, I am not your average country boy
I'm a savage, don't ask if I want some more
Let you have it, there you go
Girl, I will grab it, slap it, flip you, rub it down

See you make me want it in ways, I ain't supposed to say
Wanna kiss you in places, I shouldn't put my face
See you got my attention for real in a major way
Ain't no need to stop it girl go on keep boppin' girl

What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl?
Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' in them pockets girl
The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl

Yo, caught up in the song bitch, what you call drunk?
Damn this mothafucker even got here drunk
Strip them down what you call skunk
It's all up in the atmosphere pass that blunt
All y'all trippin' off what the country boy say
Let me get another shot of Grand Marnier
And a double shot of Jack the fact
Where the hell is Buffalo at with half the sack?
Look at all these broads with asses fat
Knowin' Goddern well what she dressin' at
And when they play the right track where them yeagas at
Shorty don't get mad at me when ya ass is smacked
That's all I can say when you backin' that
Big, fine, chunky, donkey back inside my lap
Do the damn thing you gon' mack the mack
But don't get mad at me 'cause I trap the rat

What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl?
Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' in them pockets girl
The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl

I got the cat, I'm a lumberjack
Baby doll let me see your belly roll
Here kitty kitty kitty, got me giddy
Lookin' sweeter than a jelly roll
This reminds me, it's so nice yeah
I asked ya twice and floss so icy
What ya need is if I feed ya, fuck ya
Try to say no that's gonna be pricey
Aw now, me pay for no poonanny not just like me
I got a girl back at the crib and all the time she ride me
And when I pull this hot tamale out my pants just bite me
I got more rhythm than the Wings
Why don't you come and ride me?

What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl?
Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' in them pockets girl
The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl

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Gone Country - Lyrics - Who I Am - Alan Jackson

Title: Gone Country
Album: Who I Am
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Bob Mcdill

Lyric:
She's been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in Vegas
And every night she looks in the mirror
But she only ages
She's been reading about Nashville and all
The records that everybody's buying
Says, "I'm a simple girl myself
Grew up on long island"

So she packs her bags to try to her hand
Says, "This might be my last chance"

She's gone country, look at them boots
She's gone country, back to her roots
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
She's gone country, here she comes

Well the folk scene is dead
But he's holding out in the village
He's been writing songs speaking out
Against wealth and privilege
He says, "I don't believe in money
But a man could make him a killin'"
'Cause some of that stuff don't sound
Much different than Dylan

I hear down there it's changed you see
They're not as backwards as they used to be

He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to her roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes

He commutes to L.A.
But he's got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up
And the pop scene just ain't on the rally
And he says, "Honey I'm a serious composer
Schooled in voice and composition"
But with the crime and the smog these days
This ain't no place for children

Lord, it sounds so easy, it shouldn't take long
Be back in the money in no time at all

He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to her roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes

Yeah, he's gone country, a new kind of walk
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, oh, back to his roots

He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah we've gone country
The whole world's gone country

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Hey - Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Hey
Album: The Charm
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

Hey, everybody wanna say hey, Timmy
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

I came to do two things, kick some ass
And drink some cold beer and I'm almost out of beer
Looky here, we damned if every other year
He ain't stumble back in, Bubba, baby, that's him

I love me some me and I don't mind you
Shoot ya move dog, we lovin' whatcha tryin'a do
Just do it over there, I feel some kinda away
I guess what I'm tryin'a say is I ain't got no time to play

I might could die today, I might just live forever
I done endured being poor but being rich is better
From that dirt road in La Grange, I did came
A long way, we can do this all day

Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

Hey, everybody wanna say hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Hey, everybody wanna say, hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Ain't no excuses, just gotta be more the shit
Than I already was and that's unfortunate
For all these babblers, still booty chatterers
This what a rapper was supposed to be and that's what's up

Country this, yeah, yeah, country that
I'm a country cat, it's just a fact, can't run from that
Keep high, a bunch out back, now watch the money stack
Hide in the hay, in the barn out on the farm

I can charm, the fangs off a cotton mouth
Right there by my house way down in the south
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, it would appear, no
Girl who's that zero, holla at the hero, y'all

Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

Hey, everybody wanna say, hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Hey, everybody wanna say, hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Yeah, yeah, it's Bubba K, I plans to give 'em hell
Yes Sir, I did my thang and I did it well
I walk the walk baby and all that daddy tells
I ain't even noticed my skin, damn, is it pale

Oh, well, I guess that how it go
Now I know, movin' right along on down the row
Another good morning, another breath of air
Dude, I don't ask for much, still I got blessings everywhere

And I ain't scared to share, you can have my last
But you ever diss on me and mine that's yo ass
You hear that thang beatin', Timmy still speakin'
That's how real I keep it, everything else our little secret, whoa

Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

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Roun' The Globe - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Roun' The Globe
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Michael Flowers, Brian Scott, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Atlanta, Alabama
(Country as hell!)
Kentucky, Carolina
(Country as hell!)
Miami, Tennessee
(Country as hell!)
Mississippi, New Jersey
(Country as hell!)

Yo, aw man, the grass done got greener on the other side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast-paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Man, I copped me a Caddy said, "To Hell wit' a Benz"
Benz, Benz, twenty-inch rims
I can't leave the verti-cal grill at the back of the ranch
Got a phat farm with cows and a whole lotta land
20 acres to my name son we ain't been there

Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though
Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close
In Milwaukee the beast is petro, off in DC the streets is ghetto
Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro
And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New Orleans and D.C.
(Country as hell!)
Texas, Indiana
(Country as hell!)
Detroit, Chicago
(Country as hell!)
Cali, Ohio
(Country as hell!)

Copped a pair, they was sportin' jonesin'
New Orleans, went for the Cajun, winded up stayin'
Kentucky it was meth and Miami they was lacin' it
Rapped my ass of at N.Y.C. at the Bassment
Hit VA where they do nothin' but cook
Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah
Boston, Denver and all points between
Tennessee, Florida ain't nuthin' but blood for ya

Yo, yo, yo, now shake it, go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Spanish chicas waving hasta leugo, worldwide drop, weather's bueno
They say opposites attract, I'm a moreno
[Incomprehensible]
(So clear)
[Incomprehensible]
(My dear)
Shy girl all she wanted to do was fuck and cum
Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs
Country boys been over seas
Toppin' it off, London, Germany
(Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New York, Milwaukee
(Country as hell!)
Florida, St. Louis
(Country as hell!)
Finland, Minnesota
(Country as hell!)
Vegas, Seattle
(Country as hell!)

Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Ladies make your hands clap up bueno
Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Holla at ya boy, hasta leugo

Aight, first say a prayer for those in combat
Might can throw some'in' on a grill when you come back
Might can take a trip to the 'Ville
And in fact we can all get loose on the porch
And of course, hit Church Hill Downs, thow some in on a horse
Or we can hit dem St. Clair waters
You ain't seen country 'til you been through Georgia
Gotdern, they still got girls in perms
(Damn)
Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern

In my old Kentucky home
I was born and raised on catfish and corn
Collard greens and fatbacks it's country 'an a mug
Don't care where you stay you got country in your blood
If you love and that's that
Circle the globe, met the poor and the paid
Now I know for a fact that
(We keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!

Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

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Roun' The Globe (Collipark Remix) - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Roun' The Globe (Collipark Remix)
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Michael Flowers, Brian Scott, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Atlanta, Alabama
(Country as hell!)
Kentucky, Carolina
(Country as hell!)
Miami, Tennessee
(Country as hell!)
Mississippi, New Jersey
(Country as hell!)

Yo, aw man, the grass done got greener on the other side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast-paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Man, I copped me a Caddy said, "To Hell wit' a Benz"
Benz, Benz, twenty-inch rims
I can't leave the verti-cal grill at the back of the ranch
Got a phat farm with cows and a whole lotta land
20 acres to my name son we ain't been there

Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though
Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close
In Milwaukee the beast is petro, off in DC the streets is ghetto
Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro
And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New Orleans and D.C.
(Country as hell!)
Texas, Indiana
(Country as hell!)
Detroit, Chicago
(Country as hell!)
Cali, Ohio
(Country as hell!)

Copped a pair, they was sportin' jonesin'
New Orleans, went for the Cajun, winded up stayin'
Kentucky it was meth and Miami they was lacin' it
Rapped my ass of at N.Y.C. at the Bassment
Hit VA where they do nothin' but cook
Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah
Boston, Denver and all points between
Tennessee, Florida ain't nuthin' but blood for ya

Yo, yo, yo, now shake it, go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Spanish chicas waving hasta leugo, worldwide drop, weather's bueno
They say opposites attract, I'm a moreno
[Incomprehensible]
(So clear)
[Incomprehensible]
(My dear)
Shy girl all she wanted to do was fuck and cum
Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs
Country boys been over seas
Toppin' it off, London, Germany
(Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New York, Milwaukee
(Country as hell!)
Florida, St. Louis
(Country as hell!)
Finland, Minnesota
(Country as hell!)
Vegas, Seattle
(Country as hell!)

Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Ladies make your hands clap up bueno
Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Holla at ya boy, hasta leugo

Aight, first say a prayer for those in combat
Might can throw some'in' on a grill when you come back
Might can take a trip to the 'Ville
And in fact we can all get loose on the porch
And of course, hit Church Hill Downs, thow some in on a horse
Or we can hit dem St. Clair waters
You ain't seen country 'til you been through Georgia
Gotdern, they still got girls in perms
(Damn)
Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern

In my old Kentucky home
I was born and raised on catfish and corn
Collard greens and fatbacks it's country 'an a mug
Don't care where you stay you got country in your blood
If you love and that's that
Circle the globe, met the poor and the paid
Now I know for a fact that
(We keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!

Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

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Waitin' In The Country - Lyrics - Waitin' in the Country - Jason Michael Carroll

Title: Waitin' In The Country
Album: Waitin' in the Country
Artist: Jason Michael Carroll
Composer(s): Cole Degges, Craig M Wiseman

Lyric:
Five O' clock smokestacks 15th, check's fat
Hacked off, backed up
Hurry up and wait on the interstate
Irate, tailgate tight
Yeah, nothin' but brake lights

High rise concrete, painted up city street
Fed up, red tape, add another lane
Make it more insane, more strain
Starbucksed up
Man, I know where I'm pointin' my truck

Out in the country where the world turns green
There's a pretty girl waitin' on a front porch swing
The lazy river is a-windin' around
With a cane pole bobber goin' down, goin' down

Time is sweeter than a buttermilk pie
And the people of the steeple and the steeple don't lie
I swear somewhere out there's everything I need
Waitin' in the country for me, for me

Big city hip hop, rattilin' when I stop
Parkin' lot jumpin', cars thumpin'
Hard mixin' those rhymes
And keepin' it right in time, that's cool
But I guess I'm just old school

Juke box, hony tonk
Mom and pops restaurant
Willie, Waylon, Merle, yes
Singin' them a country song, bring it on, son
Yeah, I know where to get me some

Out in the country where the world turns green
There's a pretty girl waitin' on a front porch swing
The lazy river is a-windin' around
With a cane pole bobber goin' down, goin' down

Time is sweeter than a buttermilk pie
And the people of the steeple and the steeple don't lie
I swear somewhere out, there's everything I need
Waitin' in the country for me, waitin' for me

Out in the country where the world turns green
There's a pretty girl waitin' on a front porch swing
The lazy river is a-windin' around
With a cane pole bobber goin' down, goin' down

Time is sweeter than a buttermilk pie
And the people of the steeple and the steeple don't lie
I swear somewhere out, there's everything I need
Waitin' in the country for me, for me
Waitin' in the country for me

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Skin Flicks - Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

Title: Skin Flicks
Artist: Barclay James Harvest
Composer(s): John Lees

Lyric:
Calendar, pin-up girl
Blond and bronze, beauty fair
Photographed, cover girl
Unashamed, body bare

There's no story
She's a country girl at heart
There's no glory
She's just in it for the art, her part

Sun oiled skin, shapely breast
Slim and sleek without dress
Page two girl, page two world
Glamor girl, look your best

There's no story
She's a country girl at heart
There's no glory
She's just in it for the art, her part

Every day, I'm waitin' by the telephone
Every day, you keep me hangin' on
But while you're away, I think night and day
About where you're gone and how for long
Before our love turns to stone

See you in the papers and the magazines
But a photograph's no good to me
While you're away, I think night and day
About where you're gone and how for long
Before our love turns to stone

Saw you for the first time and my shutter froze
Cameras clicked, we kissed and you were gone
While you're away, I think night and day
While you're away, I think night and day
About where you're gone and how for long
Before our love turns to stone

Beauty contests were your only claim to fame
Then your body won over your brain
You stripped for the lights, things went just right
Now you're suntanned right down to the bone
And our love's gone, turned to stone

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Redneck Girl - Lyrics - Bellamy Brothers

Title: Redneck Girl
Artist: Bellamy Brothers
Composer(s): David Bellamy

Lyric:
Redneck girl likes to cruise in daddy's pickup truck
And a redneck girl plays it hard when she's down on her luck
Living for Friday afternoon
She's gonna show one ol' boy that a weekend moon
And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl

A redneck girl likes to stay out all night long
She makes sweet rock and roll while she listens to the Country songs
She's waiting for that moment of surrender
Her hands are callused but her, her heart is tender
And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl

Oh, gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl
Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl
Yeah, gimme a gimme a gimme a redneck girl
Gimme a gimme a gimme a redneck girl

Redneck girl got her name on the back of her belt
She got a kiss on her lips for her man and no one else
The Coyote is howling out on the Prairie
But first comes love and then comes marriage
And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl

Yeah, gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl
Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl
You've got to gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl
Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl
Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl

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Last Country Song - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Last Country Song
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall

Lyric:
It's the last country song by the last country band
In the last honky tonk in the world
It's the last country dance on the last hardwood floor
For the last country boy and girl

And there will be no more steel guitars and fiddle
If the people don't know what they're worth
It's the last country tune beneath the last country moon
For the last country people on earth

It's the last country song on the last country jukebox
By the last country singer alive
It's the last country tear in the last cold beer
It's the last country song that survive

There will be no more mandolins and banjos
That St. John has torn us apart
It's the last country song on the last country station
For they've broken the last country heart

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Bad Girl - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Bad Girl
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Well, mi gal dem look hot in a, hot in a
Hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Well, de amount a girls me have dem
A wonder if me a father Abraham
Girls from Los Angeles and Maryland
Say a me dem want fi plough dem hairy land

Them crown me king de one and only doctor Beenie Man
Dem block de road when me a pass through up a Chapleton
Kidnap me when me do show over Washington
Dem raffle and dem gamble all dem money pawn
Then Stacey Ann she drink bout 10 bottle a Appleton

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

Dat gal de look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Woman a you man a swarm down pon
And man wan use tongue pon
Man a gaze off a ya body run off a road over junstion
See yuhin a yuh casual ask which flight you come pon
Give you a invitation fi come a big time function

Say dem a drugs man, man a say dem a Oil Suntan
How much dem related to Michael Jordan and Bill Clinton
Girls you ain't no fool, you ain't ol' country bunker
No have fi use no bleaching cream
You no have fi take no sun tan
You know own 95 every car come come drive pon
Nuh Greyhound, nuh Amtrak, weh every man come come jump on

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

Dat gal ya look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

De girl dem full a charm and intellect
Ambition and etiquette
You me can have fi get
Gal love kill me, kill off de jet
From out of me double AA
Like some 90 minutes cassette

No silicon, no in a ya breast
No stretch mark, no de pon ya chest
You live in a palace
Some gal live in a forest You a get caress
Some gal a get harass
Some gal a link up wit old man Morris
Gal dem weh fi flop yuh show she no born yet

Gal ya hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Zagga zow, zagga zow

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

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Country Cabin Itis - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Country Cabin Itis
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall

Lyric:
I have been to New York City, I have traveled there in style
It's a big convenient city but there ain't no country miles
I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see
What the singing of a bluebird means to me

I got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble be, my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

Old wood burn stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor
Sunday preaching Monday cursing and the girl that lives next door
I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load
Just like running barefoot down the gravel road

I got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble, be my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

I have known myself when others never knew me much at all
Sometimes it was the gettin' up that hurt more than the fall
I am not concerned with money, I am not concerned with toys
It may tell you Jesus was a country boy

I got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble, be my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

Got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble, be my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

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