As we walk down the country lanes, Hear the wind within the trees, Telling mother nature 'bout you and me Ah caught you smiling at me, That's the way it should be, Like a leaf is to a tree, so fine Ah all the good times we had, I sang love songs so glad

No kind of life! this is no kind of life! (I've got to get out!) It's no kind of life! this is no kind of life! (You can't blame me!) My freedom is best Whole country's on house arrest And everyone's a suspect You can't feel the flow because you died

You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

Blues outside my door I don't even know if it's raining But I've been here before And I don't wanna be here again Ev'ry now and then voices on the wind call me back to the first time far away and clear you can hear the tear drops

Rock my world little country girl Drag me out on the floor Dance with me 'till I can't dance anymore One-step, two-step, get in a line I gotta find a way to make you mine She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

Camouflage (camouflage) Camouflage (camouflage), camouflage Camouflage (camouflage), camouflage (camouflage) You can blend in in the country You can stand out in the fashion world Be invisible to a white tail Irresistible to redneck girl Kevin wasn't

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

I did it again just one more time Even I swore that I'd lost my mind But I turned right around and just like a fool Did what any old country boy'd do I did it again It took me and four of my buddies Half the night to pull out my truck I stood there and