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Straight out of Nashville here's your next big star
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He don't write the songs he sings but he knows the words by heart
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Wears a cowboy hat and some tight blue jeans
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And he struts around the stage like he's the coolest thing you've ever seen
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Oh you gotta love him
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He looks like a super model knows how to strike a pose
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And he don't mind the make up as long as no one knows
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And he's got that crooked grin and talks with a southern drawl
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Acts like Toby Keith but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
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But if he's country ill kiss your ass
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And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash
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He's the same old shit in a slightly different bag
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But if he's country well then country's pretty bad
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I don't watch CMT
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No that shit makes me sick
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And that ole Kenny Chesney
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What a hypocrite
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Hell swear he's country
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But he lives in the Caribbean
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Sings all about the islands now
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What happened to the Tennessean
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Aw if he's country ill kiss your ass
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Throw all my Johnny cash records in the trash
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He's all about image cause image pays the bucks
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Aw but if he's country well then country really sucks
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What happened to the outlaws
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Who weren't afraid to cross the line
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What happened to the workin man
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Who sang the truth about their troubled lives
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I was raised in Georgia in a one red light town
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And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around
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And he taught me all the good stuff
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That solid country gold but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll
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And if that ain't country well I don't give a damn
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My daddy to be my own kinda man
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He said son you don't have to go along with the crowd aw
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So if I ain't Country then im pretty frikin proud
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Oh well I don't need their labels anyhow