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they were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar
them city folk was drinking from mason jars
i think i found what paradise might be
they were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar
them city folk was drinking from mason jars
i think i found what paradise might be
yea
i'll be country 'til the day i'm done. city folks think i'm crude i guess
you can tell i'm a hick by the way i dress
yea
i'll be country 'til the day i'm done. city folks think i'm crude i guess
you can tell i'm a hick by the way i dress
and beer and whiskey
city folk
they don't go
and beer and whiskey
city folk
they don't go
and beer and whiskey
city folk
they don't go
and beer and whiskey
city folk
they don't go
we ain't got no worries in the sticks
and them city folks can kiss our grits
we sitting back with the charcoal lit
we ain't got no worries in the sticks
and them city folks can kiss our grits
we sitting back with the charcoal lit