If That's Country Lyrics

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Straight out of Nashville, here s your next big star
He don t write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans,
And he struts around the stage like he s the coolest thing you ve ever seen.

Oh you gotta love him!

He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose
And he don t mind the makeup, as long as no one knows.
And he s got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl,
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw

But if he s country I ll kiss your ass,
And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.
He s the same old shit in a slightly different bag,
But if he s country, well then country s pretty bad.

I don t watch CMT
Naw that shit makes me sick.
And that ole Kenny Chesney,
What a hypocrite.

He ll swear he s country,

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But he lives in the Caribbean.
Sings all about the islands now,
What happened to the Tennessean

Aw if he s country ill kiss your ass
Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash
He s all about image cuz image pays the bucks,
Aw but if he s country, well then country really sucks.

What happened to the outlaws,
Who weren t afraid to cross the line.
What happened to the workin man,
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives.

I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town.
And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around.
And he taught me all the good stuff,
That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll

And to thank country, well I don t give a damn
My daddy taught me to be own kinda man
He said Son you don t have to go along with the crowd aw
So if I ain t country then I m pretty frickin proud
Oh Well I don t need their labels anyhow