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Ridin' twenty miles on a midnight train
Just to go fishin' in the pourin' rain
Take along your baby just 'cause you're in love
Well, fishin' and lovin', I can't get enough
Now that's country, I was raised a country child
Now that's country and, baby, that's my style
Got me a pick-up, I got a piece of nothin' farm
Shotgun and a hound dog, I got a tractor in the barn
Rockin' chair on my front porch and a jug of homemade wine
When I ain't makin' music, that's how I spend my time
Well, that's country, I was born, yes, a country child
Now that's country and, baby, that's my style
You know every man and woman ought'a have a place to lay their burdens down
Y'all can do it in that city, but it ain't the same in a big ol' town
Now let me just talk to y'all one time...
Have you ever laid in a field of clover late into the night
And watched a shootin' star fall from heaven till the moon fades out of sight
Get up and go visitin', that's just what neighbors do
I'm proud to be from the country, now how 'bout you
Well, that's country, I was raised on that Mississippi mile
Now that's country and, baby, that's my style
Well, that's country, yes, I was born a country child
Now that's country and, baby, that's my style
[Thanks to Zack Fulton for corrections]
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