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(john calvert/aaron sain) |
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I got my first guitar when i was just a boy |
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I was playing the blues instead of playing with toys |
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Listening to the opry and dreaming of the neon lights |
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So it was late to bed and early to rise |
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I worked the field all day and the crowd all night |
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My finger on the trigger and nashville in my sights |
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I'm the real thing and i sing songs about real life |
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And i never heard a fiddle called a violin |
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Never really worried if i fit in |
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Country ain't what i sing it's what i am |
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This hat ain't something i wear for style |
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These boots have been around a while |
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Country ain't what i sing it's what i am |
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I learned to drive on a dirt road |
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Cruised the strip on rock and roll |
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And drove around on "miles and miles of texas" |
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And as i grew daddy showed me now |
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To earn a living by the sweat of my brow |
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But he never made me follow in his steps |
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He said work hard and let the good lord do the rest |
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And i never heard a fiddle called a violin |
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Never really worried if i fit in |
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Country ain't what i sing it's what i am |
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This truck ain't something i drive for style |
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These boots have been around a while |
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Country ain't what i sing it's what i am |
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And i never heard a fiddle called a violin |
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Never really worried if i fit in |
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Country ain't what i sing it's what i am |
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This hat ain't something i wear for style |
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These boots have been around a while |
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Country ain't what i sing it's what i am |