But just go ahead and hang your flag up some more Don't worry about my God damn flag boy What's terrible is you damn rappers cursin' The country we
a guitar man Oh, it's true I love the money And I really, really love the honeys But the thing I really love Is to get down with the band Oh boy Ain
a (what?) She aint know I grab the mic and light it (up), light it (up) She say, "She don't know me" But I'm the number one Independent in the country
the class from tryin' to be fast Shots hot and pop in your ass nigga Bitches cut school to get with the boy Your wife'll cut you to get with the boy,
Still we worship at the marketplace While common sense is goin' out of style I thought that I would be above it all by now In some country garden in
this little yo yo Well, he just got out of jail, the boy's movin' kind of slow Blow your harp, boy Pee Wee's place raising hell, he thinks the band
in Lousiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy
to be a fan of the Marshall Tucker Band Before I'll sit down and have a drink with you Yes, Bakersfield has got ol' Merle Haggard He's a bad, bad boy
deep thinner 250 with the big black truck With the ten inch lift Hopped out in New York, big city of dreams With my cowboy boots gunna do my thing It's a country boy
little country boy could play? Go go. Go Johnny go Many people coming from miles around And you will be the leader of a big old band His mother told
wonder ...over to...no...[black/that] corner...in [time?judge?angel?] what's your name what's your name what's your name what's your game, boy? no
, L.A. I'll slay wherever you play D.C. or Philly or Baltimore I'm worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor Perpetratin' in your video, here's the real smoothin' Country
"He's gonna be the next big hot hillbilly" Well, his record went to number one And the good ole boy went crazy He hired a band, then fired a band He
domain I'm in and out the country, passports, and sweat-shorts And tanktops, and sweet thoughts, from sun shades, and private Airports And of course... (Watchu got boy
close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name
New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy
a 100 record companies Who didn't like my tunes. And she followed me back Tennessee And she finally made me see I'm just a playin' ole country boy And
things you never did Dance band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee The iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me The dance band