Oh, my my, that's just the way we do it Cut off Levi's and kickin' country music Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time Hangin' out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school

We're gonna rock this country Every brown eyed boy every blue eyed girl Right out of this world Ah oo na na na C'mon, c'mon let's get something started C'mon, c'mon let's start something now Gotta really go psycho-give it a whirl I woke up this morning

What goes around comes back to you Holy God man Well won't you lend me insight To your counterfeited tyranny Mouth fulls of christian view Thou hath to be blind Ends so plain to me Out of body and beside myself

Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in When you were dying to get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get found And when you’re lost out in this crazy

(Southern girl rock my world) (Hazel eyes and golden curls) (Put on a country song) (Will dance all night long) Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey Little bit crazy like New Orleans Memphis blue and Daytona sunny Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans Don't

Shoot 'em down (bow) with a .50 round (you dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy) Run the town (what?) ballin' hard, you outta bounds (you dig? Swish, ayy) So much money, damn it, I forgot to count (cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo) Ayy, look at my bank account (you

Sing a song about the Heartland When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday night Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye The only place I feel at home Sing

Tell me when did you stop loving me? When did you stop loving me? How long have I been a memory? I've gotta know for my own sanity Was it that night that you stayed out until dawn? You know that night has haunted me for so long Or was your love already

Standing there red hot, tied up little tank top Looking like you must be straight out of the country I need a sweet little somethin' like you got Honey, what I wouldn't do for a sweet little somethin' like you I wanna ride you round in my old truck Keep

Met myself a comin' county welfare line. I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin', down to war in June. All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune. Wrote a song for everyone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote a song For