Song | Tell a Country Boy |
Artist | Rodney Atkins |
Album | It's America |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Coly, Henderson | |
He aint much for talkin, | |
but he means every word he says, | |
well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed, | |
leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord, | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee | |
but for a girl like you | |
he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice | |
he'll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much | |
cuz all he's ever gonna be is who he always was | |
a cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy | |
you can always tell a country boy | |
He'll go off and take a long walk | |
when he needs some time to think | |
might even let ya drive his truck | |
when he's had to much to drink | |
bout as true blue as ol glory | |
wavin out there on tha pourch | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Yea you can always tell him | |
but you cant tell him much | |
sometimes his gears turn so slow | |
you swear there gonna rust | |
from tha way he bangs that ol guitar | |
to tha gravel in his voice | |
You can always tell a country boy | |
Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then | |
but you can't drag them forty acres outta him | |
yea you can always tell him | |
but you can't tell him much | |
he's on tha fence about alot of things | |
but on you his minds made up | |
cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter | |
than tha sweet sound of your voice | |
you can always tell a country boy | |
whatevers on your heart | |
now come on and tell this country boy |
zuo qu : Coly, Henderson | |
He aint much for talkin, | |
but he means every word he says, | |
well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed, | |
leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord, | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee | |
but for a girl like you | |
he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice | |
he' ll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much | |
cuz all he' s ever gonna be is who he always was | |
a cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy | |
you can always tell a country boy | |
He' ll go off and take a long walk | |
when he needs some time to think | |
might even let ya drive his truck | |
when he' s had to much to drink | |
bout as true blue as ol glory | |
wavin out there on tha pourch | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Yea you can always tell him | |
but you cant tell him much | |
sometimes his gears turn so slow | |
you swear there gonna rust | |
from tha way he bangs that ol guitar | |
to tha gravel in his voice | |
You can always tell a country boy | |
Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then | |
but you can' t drag them forty acres outta him | |
yea you can always tell him | |
but you can' t tell him much | |
he' s on tha fence about alot of things | |
but on you his minds made up | |
cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter | |
than tha sweet sound of your voice | |
you can always tell a country boy | |
whatevers on your heart | |
now come on and tell this country boy |
zuò qǔ : Coly, Henderson | |
He aint much for talkin, | |
but he means every word he says, | |
well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed, | |
leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord, | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee | |
but for a girl like you | |
he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice | |
he' ll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much | |
cuz all he' s ever gonna be is who he always was | |
a cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy | |
you can always tell a country boy | |
He' ll go off and take a long walk | |
when he needs some time to think | |
might even let ya drive his truck | |
when he' s had to much to drink | |
bout as true blue as ol glory | |
wavin out there on tha pourch | |
yea you can always tell a country boy | |
Yea you can always tell him | |
but you cant tell him much | |
sometimes his gears turn so slow | |
you swear there gonna rust | |
from tha way he bangs that ol guitar | |
to tha gravel in his voice | |
You can always tell a country boy | |
Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then | |
but you can' t drag them forty acres outta him | |
yea you can always tell him | |
but you can' t tell him much | |
he' s on tha fence about alot of things | |
but on you his minds made up | |
cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter | |
than tha sweet sound of your voice | |
you can always tell a country boy | |
whatevers on your heart | |
now come on and tell this country boy |