Well, oh, don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on the fiddle
And the cryin' of a steel guitar
Comin' from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ole Lonestar
Forget those honkytonkin' blues
Let me be your savin' grace
If you wanna hear some country
Then you've come to the right place

You better stick around a while
If you like Merle, Buck, & Johnny
Then we might just get along
But if you don't, go slap your mama
Cuz your mama raised you wrong

Well, oh, don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on the fiddle
And the cryin' of a steel guitar
Comin' from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ole Lonestar
Forget those honkytonkin' blues
Let me be your savin' grace
If you wanna hear some country
Then you've come to the right place

I like gravy on my biscuits
I like my chicken fried
I drink my coffee black
And I sure like my Charley Pride
Well I still salute Old Glory
And I give glory to the Lord
And I tip my hat to ole E.T.
And his Texas Troubadours

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