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God rest ye merry, gentlemen. Let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Saviour. Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power. When we were gone astray. Oh tidings of comfort
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. And I'll just sit and wonder why. Just a foreign town with a foreign mind. Why is everything so cut and dried?. . The taste of country air you'll never know. . Gentlemen take polaroids. They fall
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. And I'll just sit and wonder why. Just a foreign town with a foreign mind. Why is everything so cut and dried?. . The taste of country air you'll never know. . Gentlemen take polaroids. They fall
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country, look at them boots. He's gone country, back to his roots. He's gone country, a new kind of suit. He's gone country, here he comes Yeah, he's gone country, a new kind of walk. He's gone country
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your gun. And with a shell or two,. And your dog and you,. When you get your rabbit,. You'll skin his hide,. He's gonna be good fried. Country boy, you got a lot to lose. Country boy, how I wish I was in
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your gun. And with a shell or two,. And your dog and you,. When you get your rabbit,. You'll skin his hide,. He's gonna be good fried. Country boy, you got a lot to lose. Country boy, how I wish I was in
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your gun. And with a shell or two,. And your dog and you,. When you get your rabbit,. You'll skin his hide,. He's gonna be good fried. Country boy, you got a lot to lose. Country boy, how I wish I was in
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, and your dog and you. When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide. He's gonna be good fried. . Country boy, you got a lot to lose. Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes. . Country boy
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, and your dog and you. When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide. He's gonna be good fried. . Country boy, you got a lot to lose. Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes. . Country boy
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, and your dog and you. When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide. He's gonna be good fried. . Country boy, you got a lot to lose. Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes. . Country boy
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for me?. Are you ready for the country?. Ain't that the sight to see? Talkin' to a preacher, said God was on his side. Talkin' to a pusher, they both were selling highs. Well, I gotta tell the story
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for me?. Are you ready for the country?. Ain't that the sight to see? Talkin' to a preacher, said God was on his side. Talkin' to a pusher, they both were selling highs. Well, I gotta tell the story
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this style. . How he went down the road with his load - and shouted for a thousand miles. . Oh country girl, oh won't ya come to me tonight. . Oh country girl, smother me with delight. . Oh
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Song Country Must Be Country Wide . Singer Brantley Gilbert. I grew up south of . the Mason Dixon. Working spitting hunting and fishing. Stone cold country . by the grace of God. I was gasing up
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Country gentleman walked a crooked mile. Got our money in his pocket. Did it all with a very handsome smile. Now, he's living it up in a great big office He ain't a-gonna help no poor man. He
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God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. For Jesus Christ, our Savior was born on Christmas day. To save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray O tidings of comfort and joy
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got a shaggy dog. Country boy. Up a hollow log Well he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun. And with a shell or two and your dog and you. When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide. He's
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make him happy. Lord them snuff queens treat him kind. He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind Uppers, downers, turn arounders picked him up and laid him down. His old troubles
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make him happy. Lord them snuff queens treat him kind. He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind Uppers, downers, turn arounders picked him up and laid him down. His old troubles
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steer horns on his car. Oh the record man say he's the livin' end. They're gonna spin him right to the top. Yea, he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle. . He can either go country or pop
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God rest you merry, gentlemen. Let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior. Was born on Christmas Day. To save us all from Satan's power. When we were gone astray (Oh tidings of comfort
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God rest ye merry, gentlemen. Let nothing you dismay. Remember, Christ, our Saviour. Was born on Christmas day. To save us all from Satan's power. When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and
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everyone called the loving country. (Come and go with me). All you have to do is find true love, and you find the loving country. (Oh) Wherever it is, it's hers and it's his, it's the loving country
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Because he called the forest brother. Because he called the earth his mother. They drove him out into the rain. And some people even said. That the boy from the country was insane. . Because he
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Man with no country. Jim Capaldi Man with no country. Just a guitar and a love that he sung. (he only wants to see) Man with no country. walking along down long dusty roads. (he wants to stay
