| Grew up south of the Mason Dixon
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| Working, spitting, hunting and fishing
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| Stone cold country by the grace of God
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| I was gassing up the other day
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| An old boy pulled up with a license plate
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| From Ohio I thought, oh, good Lord, he’s lost
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| From his wranglers to his boots
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| He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
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| And that Copenhagen smile
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| A country must be country wide
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| In every state there’s a station
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| Playing Cash, Hank Willie and Waylon
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| In foreign cars and four wheel drives
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| There’s cowboys and hillbillies
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| From farm towns to big cities
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| There ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| Country must be country wide
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| It ain’t where, it’s how you live
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| We weren’t raised to take, we were raised to give
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| The shirt off our back to anyone in need
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| We bow our heads before we eat
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| Before we start our day, before we fall asleep
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| 'Cause in God we trust and we believe
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| And we see what’s wrong
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| And we know what’s right
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| And old Hank, he said it all
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| When he said country folks can survive
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| In every state there’s a station
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| Playing Cash, Hank Willie and Waylon
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| In foreign cars and four wheel drives
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| There’s cowboys and hillbillies
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| From farm towns to big cities
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| There ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| Country must be country wide, yeah
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| In every state there’s a station
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| Playing Cash, Hank Willie and Waylon
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| In foreign cars and four wheel drives
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| There’s cowboys and hillbillies
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| From farm towns to big cities
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| There ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| In every state there’s a station
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| Playing Cash, Hank Willie and Waylon
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| In foreign cars and four wheel drives
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| There’s cowboys and hillbillies
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| From farm towns to big cities
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| There ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| There ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| Country must be country wide |