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far from what I am I was born country and that's what I'll always be. Like the rivers and the woodlands wild and free. I got a hundred years of down home, running through my blood. I was born country
A rose grows wild in the country. A tree grows tall as the sky. The wind blows wild in the country. And part of the wild, wild country, am I. Wild, wild, like the deer and the dove. Wild and
read, yeah. That's how you got a bullet blasted through ya head. Blasted through ya head, blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead. Who stood and watched as the feds cold
When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze. and touches with her hand the summer trees,. perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion in the rain all
snowflakes storm. When the rivers freeze and summer ends. Please see if she's a coat so warm. To keep her from the howlin' winds. . Please see if her hair hangs long. If it rolls and flows all down her
snowflakes storm. When the rivers freeze and summer ends. Please see if she's a coat so warm. To keep her from the howlin' winds. . Please see if her hair hangs long. If it rolls and flows all down her
hill. Looking down at the Kings of the Western World. I went out and caught the train home. Looked at the land so the story goes. They've got factories and jobs and playground provided. And the
(Dolly Parton) I open up my door to greet the early morning sun. Closing it behind me and away I do run. To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree. In the meadow I go walking in
(Dolly Parton) I open up my door to greet the early morning sun. Closing it behind me and away I do run. To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree. In the meadow I go walking in
. Please see for me if she's wearing a coat so warm. To keep her from the howlin' winds If you're travelin' in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Please say "hello" to
. Please see for me if she's wearing a coat so warm. To keep her from the howlin' winds If you're travelin' in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Please say "hello" to
smile. Country must be country . wide In every state there's a station. Playing Cash Hank Willie and Waylon. In foreign cars and four wheel drives. There's cowboys and hillbillies. From farm towns to
you stand out But you're pushing me down. 'Cause it makes you feel proud. And you, you take the soul from me That's me, I wanna be. The bullet in your hand, you're weak. That's me, I wanna be. The
(Bob Dylan). . If you're traveling in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to the one who lives there. She was once a true love of mine. . And if
). (Incomprehensible). Send my lovin' baby back to me 'I love you' is my message. Just three words and no more. She won't let you deliver. Slip it underneath her door Western Union, oh, yeah. (Western Union
science to live. And there's room enough here. For religion to forgive And try to understand. Other people of this land. This is our country From the East Coast. To the West Coast. Down the Dixie
you no harm. You where asleep. When they came through the wire. And I couldn't reach the alarm. You'll never leave me brother. Though I watched them fly you back home. I'm still in country brother
you no harm. You where asleep. When they came through the wire. And I couldn't reach the alarm. You'll never leave me brother. Though I watched them fly you back home. I'm still in country brother
the lightnin' flash. I'm doing alright for country trash I'm savin' up dimes for a rainy day. And I got about a dollar laid away. The wind's from the south and the fishing's good. Got a pot belly
When the Kingdom comes, he puts his records on. And with his blistered thumb hits play. And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup. And lets the drummer drum take away the pain, the pain
Come follow your dreams. Running blind through your mind to the loving country. Somehow it seems (Somehow it seems). You and me, we should be in the loving country No places to far. Just a kiss from
prayer that a country boy prays. Thank God He made me this way. Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day. Early in the mornin', late in the evenin'. I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River paid. Huntin
rooms in city slums. Minds are restless till the airmail comes. From the forest floor to the western mind. Like a chat show topic on a party line. And the hardest love of all is to forgive. As the
rooms in city slums. Minds are restless till the airmail comes. From the forest floor to the western mind. Like a chat show topic on a party line. And the hardest love of all is to forgive. As the
I could tell you the story of a vagabond. A playboy of the western world. One day by chance he came upon. A fair young maid, a country girl He told her that he loved her. And he took all of her
living on the streets. Freedom of men working on the fields. No one can take that away from them. No one, except for the western cancer. . Turning them into arrogant bastards,. Feeding the greed of
freeze and summer ends. See for me she has a coat so warm. To keep her from the howling winds. . So if you're travelin' in the north country fair. Where the winds hits heavy on the borderline
bones. You shot this bullet through my bones You shot me down, down, down I go. You shot me down, down, down I go I get up and take the phone from my hands. The glass from my lips, the pictures from my