C-o-u-n-t-r-y lyrics

Artist  : Joe Diffie 
Song : C-o-u-n-t-r-y



 Send "C-o-u-n-t-r-y" Ringtone to your Cell 

 I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car,


But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar.

I know how to work and how ta have fun, 



I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun

I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country
fairs, 

Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.



That's the way I'm gonna be 'till 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 Boogy Woogy, Ragae, 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



That's the way we're gonna be until the day we
die 

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

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