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Tuning: E A D G B E
EI grew up on a piece of land that my great grand-daddy owned No matter where I hang my hat I'll always call it home Cause I'm CAountry.....And Country's all I'm gonna Ebe Lord, you can bet I'm CoBuntry AAnd I don't make no apologyE
EWhen I was a kid we started each day with a pledge and a prayer And if that offends your sensitive butt then brother, I don't care! Cause I'm CAountry.....And Country's all I wanna Ebe Oh, you better believe I'm CBountry AI aint no slave to societyE
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I was Araised in the holler without a single dollar Dirt poor till I was grown And if I wanted it I got it but the only way to get it was tBo.... BGet it on my own, working my fingers to the bone.
EI learned at a young age you put your faith and your family first And that's gonna be my philosophy till they, put me in the hearse! Cause I'm CAountry.....Living right and living fEree Son, you're looking at CoBuntry AWhat you get is what you Esee
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Yeah IA know how it feels to be behind the wheel of a tractor at an early age
I could barely reach the pedals but I'd put 'em to the metal just a
Bworking for the family wage....A bed and three meals a day
EI got blues steel in my right hand and the good book in my left And you can bet your sweet bottom dollar hoss, that Ill defend em till the death! Cause I'm CAountry.....Lord I know I'm a dying bEreed Oh I aint nothing but CoBuntry AJust a good ole boy from Red Top TenEnessee!!!!
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