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Hello, Good-Bye, So Long On Cd
You say you like to ride in my pick-up truck, to sing karaoke, and drink some beers, but how can you say country music sucks, when your rappin' nearly burns my ears, Well, you can think and say, but by the way, I'm also gonna speak my mind, 'cause country music is what I'll sing 'n' play, if you don't like it, kiss my behind, And you don't have to stand in line, to kiss where the sun don't shine, good country music, to me, sounds fine, but your yappin' rappin' just ain't my kind, Yea, I'm a country boy, deep to the core, if you can't tell by now, you're blind, and like I've said many times before that crap in rappin' just ain't my kind, I know you don't like my snake skin boots, though my cowboy hat you say is fine, but cowboy boots are part of my country roots, since way back, a long long time, Yea, you don't have to stand in line, to kiss where the sun don't shine, good country music, to me, sounds fine, but your yappin' rappin' just ain't my kind, Yea, you don't have to stand in line, to kiss where the sun won't shine, and if my boots don't turn you on, then I reckon you'd best get gone, So hello, good-bye, so long, But, before you go, If you don't mind, leave a kiss where the sun don't shine, since country music doesn't turn you on, and my snake skin boots don't turn you on, Yea, I reckon, you'd best get gone. So hello, Good-bye, So Long.
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