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I grew up on Waylon, Willie and the Stones Soundtrack to my life is a hillbilly song Old boys like Merle, that man in black Said what they wanted, never looked back I tear up to “Crying In Time” Me and Johnny fight to walk the line Chorus I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots I grew up country, I’m proud of my roots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I’m a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak We got redneck women driving ATV’s Wearing camo bikinis on CMT I throw back a beer, I pledge allegiance to Hank I’ll take a little less pop, a lot more twang Three cords and some down-home soul Some things never grow old I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots I grew up country, I’m proud of my roots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I’m a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak Instrumental Three cords and some down-home soul Some things never grow old I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots I grew up country, I’m proud of my roots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I’m a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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