I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well When
Picture me being crack Oh, you go You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country Wallstreet niggaz
and sisters We are here for one reason And one reason alone To share our love of music I present to you Country music without produce, hey Country boys
: Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my
Oh my 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
well how somebody flee flee When mi sit by di riverside feelin free When mi chat about situation wit mi bredda A'Still mi livin inna concrete jungle Big
and say 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
a past I call it haulin my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious oh well
cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play
and the Harley That ole black cat named Charlie It sounds a little crazy A little scattered and absurd But that's what you get When you play a country song backwards Well
tell you, she says she left Texas with just her name Yes, well I swear when that girl came to the big city, Lord, she learned a brand new game Well, yeah
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
: Oh yeah Well she started out, just to be a dancer Gonna make her livin' dancin' In the Broadway shows So she hitchhiked cross the country From Pasaroba
: (feat. Konkrete, Big Gipp, Ludacris) [Big Boi] Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even goin say
know what, Otis? What? You're country. That's all right. You straight from the Georgia woods. That's good. You know what? You wear overalls, and big old
say oh my that little country boy could play his mama told him someday he would be a man, and he would be the leader of a big old band. many people coming
get gone Get gone, oh yeah, get gone. Well, then one day a city slicker walked up Said, son, I'm gonna make you a million bucks Gonna fly around the country in a big
the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C. I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?) "It Takes Two", remember me? If
