Song | Country Ain't Country |
Artist | Travis Tritt |
Album | Strong Enough |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beathard, Boaz, Chamberlain | |
He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots | |
Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots | |
Came home in a Lexus,he left in a Ford | |
Country ain't country no more | |
He told his daddy catch up with the times | |
He said now a days people trade heifers online | |
Dad ain't selling deals with a handshake like before | |
Country ain't country no more | |
No,country ain't country no more | |
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times | |
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight | |
The houses went up and the trees were cut down | |
And there went the finest deer hunting around | |
Lord everyone's locking their doors | |
'Cause country ain't country no more | |
Now his dad sits in traffic looking 'round at the change | |
Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes | |
The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore | |
Country ain't country no more | |
Lord,country ain't country no more | |
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times | |
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight | |
The houses went up and the trees were cut down | |
And there went the finest deer hunting around | |
Lord everyone's locking their doors | |
'Cause country ain't country no more | |
There's no turning back | |
And you just can't ignore | |
That country ain't country no more | |
No,country ain't country no more |
zuo ci : Beathard, Boaz, Chamberlain | |
He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots | |
Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots | |
Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford | |
Country ain' t country no more | |
He told his daddy catch up with the times | |
He said now a days people trade heifers online | |
Dad ain' t selling deals with a handshake like before | |
Country ain' t country no more | |
No, country ain' t country no more | |
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times | |
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight | |
The houses went up and the trees were cut down | |
And there went the finest deer hunting around | |
Lord everyone' s locking their doors | |
' Cause country ain' t country no more | |
Now his dad sits in traffic looking ' round at the change | |
Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes | |
The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore | |
Country ain' t country no more | |
Lord, country ain' t country no more | |
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times | |
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight | |
The houses went up and the trees were cut down | |
And there went the finest deer hunting around | |
Lord everyone' s locking their doors | |
' Cause country ain' t country no more | |
There' s no turning back | |
And you just can' t ignore | |
That country ain' t country no more | |
No, country ain' t country no more |
zuò cí : Beathard, Boaz, Chamberlain | |
He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots | |
Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots | |
Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford | |
Country ain' t country no more | |
He told his daddy catch up with the times | |
He said now a days people trade heifers online | |
Dad ain' t selling deals with a handshake like before | |
Country ain' t country no more | |
No, country ain' t country no more | |
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times | |
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight | |
The houses went up and the trees were cut down | |
And there went the finest deer hunting around | |
Lord everyone' s locking their doors | |
' Cause country ain' t country no more | |
Now his dad sits in traffic looking ' round at the change | |
Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes | |
The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore | |
Country ain' t country no more | |
Lord, country ain' t country no more | |
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times | |
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight | |
The houses went up and the trees were cut down | |
And there went the finest deer hunting around | |
Lord everyone' s locking their doors | |
' Cause country ain' t country no more | |
There' s no turning back | |
And you just can' t ignore | |
That country ain' t country no more | |
No, country ain' t country no more |