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Straight out of nashville
Here's your next big star
He don't write the songs he sings
But he knows the words by heart
Wears a cowboy hat
And some tight blue jeans
And he struts around the stage like he's the coolest thing you've ever seen
Oh
You gotta love him
He looks like a supermodel
Knows how to strike a pose
And he don't mind the makeup as long as no one knows
He's got that crooked grin and talks with a southern draw
Acts like toby keith but sounds alot like tim mcgraw
But if he's country I'll kiss your a*s
Throw all my willie nelson records in the trash
He's the same ol' s**t in a slightly different bag
Oh but if he's country well then country's pretty bad
I don't watch cmt
No that s**t makes me sick
And that ol' kenny chesney
What a hypocrite
He'll swear he's country
But lives in the caribbean
Sings all about the islands now
What happened to the tennessee
Oh if he's country I'll kiss your a*s
Throw all my johnny cash records in the trash
He's all about image cause image pays the bucks
Oh but if he's country well then country really sucks
What happened to the outlaws
Who weren't afraid to cross the line
What happened to the working man
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives
I was raised in georgia
In a one red light town
And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around
And he taught me all the good stuff
That solid country gold
But now I love it all
From hip hop to rock and roll
And if I ain't country
Well I don't give a d**n
My daddy taught me to be my own kinda man
He said son you don't have to go along with the crowd aw
So if I ain't country I'm pretty frikkin proud
Oh well I don't need their labels anyhow
