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Written by bobby braddock |
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Now i love country music |
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And i guess i always will |
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But these days, when i turn on the radio |
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It's just not the same thrill |
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I like a song that gives me chillbumps |
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Now and then there's some that still do |
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But i'm fed up with the same old vanilla |
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Hey how about you |
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I'm tired of the same old guy |
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With the same old song |
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About the same old love |
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It goes on and on and on |
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Same old guitar |
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And the same old strum |
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I may be country but i'm not dumb |
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Hey there mr. songwriter |
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Come and visit in my home |
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Then tell me about life being perfect |
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And love that goes on and on and on |
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Then ride with me in my old bronco |
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Down to the factory for eight hours |
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Then let me introduce you to my supervisor |
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Then write me a song about sunshine and flowers |
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And the same old guy |
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With the same old song |
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About the same old love |
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It goes on and on |
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Same old guitar |
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And the same old strum |
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I may be country but i'm not dumb |
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I want to hear a song about passion |
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I want to hear a song about sin |
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I want to hear a song about redemption |
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Yeah, sing me one of them |
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Tell me about a cowboy in australia |
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Tell me about a prisoner in china |
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Tell me about some old stock car driver |
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Down in orangeburg, south carolina |
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Instead of.. |
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The same old guy |
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With the same old song |
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About the same old love |
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It goes on and on and on |
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Same old guitar |
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And the same old strum |
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I may be country but i'm not dumb |
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Same old |
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Same old |
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Same old |
