country on the radio dial I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred Well, I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred Corn fed Corn fed Corn fed Corn fed
rule Say yes ma'm thank you Green fields for miles and miles Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial I thank the good Lord I was born and bred Corn fed
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He walked up All buff In his cowboy cuts Bringing on his best come on lines His words of choice Of course Would you like to save a ______ And ride a
There?s a Stetson in the back of the room And he?s movin? to a hip hop groove And he?s doin? it like a country boy do, yeah And there?s Jenny givin?
We?ll I?ve kissed a cowboy on a sawdust floor Shot tequila with him till we couldn?t dance no more Ran a hundred miles an hour with a Harley man Stuck
These pearls from my mother, passed down from her mother Of everything they gave me, I treasure them most Can?t wear them, can?t hold them, don?t come
One look and you know what?s coming Storm cloud is moving in Ain?t no use in running Just take it like a man Oh Lord what have you started Cold front
Everybody knows that Shania ain?t country That?s what they used to say about Johnny Cash And Garth Brooks shouldn?t be smashing those guitars But a hundred
I live on a hill overlooking the skyline With a breathtaking view of the big city bright lights A hand full of stars and a heart full of dreams Brought
I don?t feel hung over I don?t feel strung out Could I be clean and sober, did I finally lay it down The drug of his love Is out of my blood It?s a
Baby that look on you face Seems to say it all I?ve never seen you acting this way It?s like you just hit a wall So put your keys back on the table Leave
There are moments that I am unable to breathe The pain is strangling me I shake my fist at the sky Then fall down on my knees Screaming how can this
It?s 3 am and you finally say You?re sorry for acting that way You didn?t really mean to make me cry Oh baby, sometimes I wonder Chorus Why does it
