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He looked at that boy with pain in his eyes 
and said I'm sick and tired of seeing all of               
these lies

So you went away from home for a little while 
and came back here bumping a brand new style 

Looking at you now the answer's real clear
You must've ended up somewhere north of here

So I guess it's up to me to get you back to your        roots 
gonna put your ass back in some cowboy boots
  

                                
Because you're country that's the way you were born
You're country heading back through the corn

It's a simple way of life around here 
where you work, sweat, and bleed and never shed a tear.
If we don't do it, it won't be done 
not everything in life is about having fun



I see you over there walking down the street
spent a pretty penny showing off your feet 

By the way you're running you should've bought some cleats 
Trying to run out of here like your at a track meet

You're a real big shot that what you think 
putting all your money in a federal bank

But that ain’t the way we do it around here 
we burry our money in an empty jar of clear 



Because we're country that's the way we were born 
we're country heading back through the corn 

It's a simple way of life around here 
where we work sweat and bleed and never shed a tear

we wake up early an go to bed late 
no we ain't got time to procastinate



You come up to me and ask my advice 
I look down at you and I don't think twice
   
Boy you need to slow down and catch your breath 
you got us all worried and scared to death 

we all remember that fire in your eye 
and I don't believe that you've let it die

Because you're country that'd the way you were born 
you're country heading back to the corn

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