I believe in you, I believe in you. You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, Yet there's that upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth, I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk, Yet there's that bold, brave,

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

It got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money

I like girls that drink beer And a man ain't gonna get it up here Bye, bye baby I'm leaving Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends And your country club that ain't really country I need a little down home lovin' Hey I'll find what I want in a

It's like counting up to three (One, two, three) Sing a simple melody (Do re mi, ABC) That's how easy love can be! One, two, three Or simple as A buh-buh buh buh-buh

There's no country left You were never truly loved You've only been betrayed You were never truly nurtured By churches or the state You left unprotected To these wild and fragile lands That you could rise up like a god Arm yourself, you can be strong

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

That's how easy love can be Simple melody, simple melody, sing a simple melody Sing a simple melody, that's how easy love can be ABC is easy it's like counting up to three Come on now! 123, baby, ooh ooh ABC, baby, nah nah Do re mi, baby, ow Sit down

Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd get those pee-pers? Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd ya get those eyes? Gosh all, git up, how'd they get so lit up? Gosh all, git up, how's they get that size? Golle gee! When you turn those heat-ers on Woe is me, got to put

Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga (yeah) Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Got a bitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count (yeah) That's when I have some cool water that I whip slow