Country Boy
Big pick up trucks and lots of toys
you may be a man but your my country boy
Climbing trees and chasing fireflies
As i remember it makes me cry
I can see you just how you use to be
when the world was so bright to see
We were lust kids so young and small
Having fun making our moms climb the walls
Catching bugs on summer days
To me you will always be that way
Playing cowboys and indians
The first boy to hold my hand
My bestfriends big brother
who would never be anyones lover
you was then and will always be one
my sweet contry boy
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