Paroles de la chanson Stay Country or Die Tryin' par Blake Shelton
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Paroles de la chanson Stay Country or Die Tryin' par Blake Shelton
Yeah
Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop
Boots ain't never seen easy street
Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as a star drops
Roots run deep in this family tree
Ooh-ooh
Bust your ass, still won't make a killin'
Ooh-ooh
It's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin'
From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop
Boots ain't never seen easy street
Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as a star drops
Roots run deep in this family tree
Ooh-ooh
Bust your ass, still won't make a killin'
Ooh-ooh
It's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin'
From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'
I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pinebox
Sure as hell ain't scared to go
I'm a hardheaded God-fearin' man from the boondocks
Chisel that shit on my cobble head stone
Ooh-ooh
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'
I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pinebox
Sure as hell ain't scared to go
I'm a hardheaded God-fearin' man from the boondocks
Chisel that shit on my cobble head stone
Ooh-ooh
Bible and an almanac up on the shelf
Ooh-ooh
Daddy prayed for rain, mama paid for me to stay out of hell
From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
Ooh-ooh
Daddy prayed for rain, mama paid for me to stay out of hell
From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'
Woo
Ooh-ooh
Baptize me where the water's real muddy
Ooh-ooh
Wash me clean, still come up country
From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Woo
Ooh-ooh
Baptize me where the water's real muddy
Ooh-ooh
Wash me clean, still come up country
From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'
Or die tryin'
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'
Or die tryin'
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