ALABAMA lyrics - American Pride

You Can't Take The Country Out Of Me

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Well i was raised out in the country, Just outside a real small town, And just like any other young boy, All my life i dreamed of getting out. I've been down, To the city, It's a real nice place to see, Well i got to much rebel in me, I gotta be somewhere where i can breathe. You can take me out of the country, Miles from where i wanna be, You can take me out of the country, But you can't take the country outta me. Hurry home, To my woman, Big blue eyes and long blonde hair, And we'll make love way until morning, And tell the world i don't care. You can take me out of the country, Miles from where i wanna be, You can take me out of the country, But you can't take the country outta me. Take me out of the country, Miles from where i wanna be You can take me out of the country, Miles from where i wanna be, You can take me out of the country, But you can't take the country outta me. You can take me out of the country, But you can't take the country outta me.

Something With A Swing To It

AARON WATSON "Shutupanddance"
Well I was thumbing through the channels And I saw a sight to see A so-called country singer, there singing on MTV And I began to think - had she ever heard a thing Had she ever been to Texas where Bob Wills is still the king Ah - ha From the Houston rodeo to any old dancehall Of cowgirls and cowboys know how to have a ball And every night they'll tip a toast to the Lone Star state Where the women are so fine and the music is so great Cause I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger I don't wanna see no wanna-be country western singer Don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it Aw yeah... All together now.... It's a Texas thing, Y'all So if you don't understand just drop what you're doing Drive here as quick as you can I'd even stop in Oklahoma if it was up to me Cause when it comes to country, there ain't none like I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger I don't wanna see no wanna-be country western singer Don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it That hip-hoppin' rappin' boy band crap is for the squirrels in San Francisco And Nashville is making music that sounds like a dadgum disco Don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it Yes, I said don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it That's right...

Country Boy's Dream

JERRY REED "Ko-Ko Joe"
Watch out son mmm yeah Well did you ever hear a hound dog bayin' in the hills city boy And did you ever hear a bullfrog clappin' on his gills city boy Well did you ever see a catfish a jumpin' in the stream Well I have buddy and it's a country boy's dream And I'm a country boy Lord I'm a country boy Well did you ever hear a wagon mowin' across the lawn city boy Did you ever see a cow with a newly born city boy Did you ever plow a field with a mule and team Well I have buddy and it's a country boy's dream I'm a cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy Whoa you can see I'm from the country and you can tell it at a glance I wear broke in shoes cotton shirts straw hats and a Levi pants When I wake up in the morning down on the farm city boy You milk on a cow and you clean out the barn city boy Well you plow and you sow and you work like a fool Harvest that farm then put away the tools I'm a cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy Play it country guitar Get it get it get it Well now with a nickel in your pocket did you ever go to town huh city boy And like a millionaire you spread it till you spread it all around city boy First you spend a little here and then you spend a little there You horse it around till you cover the square Oh I'm a country boy yes I'm a country boy Well you can tell I'm from the country you can see it at a glance I wear broke in shoes cotton shirts straw hats and a Levi pants Ah in a little white church down in the glade city boy Every Sunday morning we would kneel and we would pray city boy Whoa I remember gettin' down on my knees and sayin' thank you Lord for makin' me A little cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy Whoa I'm a cornbread hand spanked country boy I'm a cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy

Country Comfort

ELTON JOHN "Tumbleweed Connection"
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere Village children fight each other for a share And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week I saw grandma yesterday down at the store Well she's really going fine for eighty four Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm And it's good old country comfort in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort's in a truck that's going home Down at the well they've got a new machine The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch

Living Legends Part 2

WAYLON JENNINGS "Right For The Time"
Well the latest news from Nashville Ain’t all good, but it ain’t bad The worst I ever found there Was the best I ever had The new hats and the no hats Are still coming on pretty strong While me and Kris and John and Willie Are stilling plodding right along Clint Black’s moved out to Hollywierd He’s in love and that’s a fact Done found himself a movie star Gonna show him how to act Garth Brooks keeps selling millions No that sure ain’t no joke But I just can’t help looking for A pig down in the poke Have you seen Tanya Tucker Hangin’ in there, hangin’ tough Her and Dolly Pardon Still got much more than enough But a few new country ladies That I’ve seen go dancin’ past Should forget about Madonna She ain’t got no country class Travis Tritt’s got all the talent Least it seems that way to me He’s a little brash and cocky But he’s got a right to be Now Billy Ray keeps right on dancin’ Outta tune and outta time He drives Bubbas up the wall And girls out of their minds Livin’ legends are a dying breed There ain’t too many left To tell the truth, I ain’t been feelin’ Real hot lately my damn self But I ain’t old and I ain’t bitter I ain’t mad at anyone So don’t go takin’ seriously What’s poked at you in fun But if you’ve ever been to Nashville I think you might agree We’ve seen a lot of changes Things we never thought we’d see A rock-n-roller with a banjo Now that I might recall But a country singer with a brief case Beats all I ever saw

South Carolina Low Country

JOSH TURNER "Everything Is Fine"
I grew up in South Carolina Singing all them bluegrass and country songs I'd sing from Hannah down to Charlestowne Getting all the people to sing along to what I call South Carolina low country Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze Reaching up to touch the crescent moon South Carolina low country Is the music that comes outta me I remember standing in the warm sunshine Working my fingers to the bone Singing as I suckered down that ole drag row I came up with a music all my own it;s what I call South Carolina low country Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze Reaching up to touch the crescent moon South Carolina low country Is the music that comes outta me God bless Wade Hampton and The Swamp Fox Their strength will stand the test of time They fought for a flag, a state, and a way of life because of that you will always find me singing my South Carolina low country Oh, the sound in my heart will always be South Carolina low country That's the music that comes outta me It's the music coming outta me

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