Of the sweetest girl in town. I'm never gonna ask her if she'll marry me 'Cause I know she'll turn me down. Because I'm just a country boy And money
ain't askin' nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone Preacher
I just threw my bottle at the jukebox Got tired of hearing them same old songs Gotta get myself back to Tennessee Lord, where a country boy belongs
Übersetzung: Die Band. Country Boy.
Übersetzung: The Marshall Tucker Band. Wo A Country Boy gehört.
grace 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
: Yeah we very different that I cant deny Yous a big city girl and imma country guy You represent the north so you love hip- hop And im straight up out
that little country boy could play (Chorus) His mama told him someday he would be a man, And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming
McDill Universal Polygram International Publishing Inc. I?ve held it all inward, Lord knows I?ve tried It?s an awful awakening? in a country boy?s life
down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy
Oh my, how that little country boy could play His mother told him, someday you will be a man You will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming
your way into heaven's gate Tip your own true love in the rain Leave her there where the saxaphones play Boy, you're young as can be, you got country
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 of Johnny
money [B.A.:] B.A.! Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum How he out here swaggin? Dat be what they askin I drop the white crease, call it dope boy
bubble gum, we gettin blew down Like it's Mardi Gras, we got the top down Imma chef too, name Dough Boy Call me Boston, Georgia, or just blow boy Fucked
like pure Rocky Mountain air Like the big sky shining on a Winnipeg night Dust in the air and the Northern Lights All in your country wide soul I love your country