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Aaron Tippin - C O U N T R Y Lyrics

Woo!

I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car
But I drank a little shine from a mason jar
I know how to work and how to have fun

I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, county fairs
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer

That's the way I'm gonna be 'til the day I die
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots
She can dance to the music, all night long
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone
She likes boogie-woogie, reggae, rap, pop, and soul
Hip-Hop, blues, and rock and roll
If you really want to know what drives her wild
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

You might not know it by the way we talk
We might not show it by the way we walk
But we're true and tried, genuine, certified
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Yeah we’ll be this way until the day we die
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Yeah

I said C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

Now that’s country