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Band Country Boy

ain't askin' nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own If you don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone Preacher

I just threw my bottle at the jukebox Got tired of hearing them same old songs Gotta get myself back to Tennessee Lord, where a country boy belongs

Traduction: Le Marshall Tucker Band. Où un garçon pays appartient.

Still we worship at the marketplace While common sense is goin' out of style I thought that I would be above it all by now In some country garden in

New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy named

to New Orleans Way back up in the woods Among the evergreens There stand a country cabin Made of clay and wood Where lives a young country boy Named

Stuntin Like My Daddy [Verse 4: Young Dro] Yawl Niggas Salty Hessian Hoes Want Me Yesaday I Was The Freshes Nigga In The Country Bad Hoes Hunt Me

aint getting it Lets go Nappy Boy (AAA) and Pretty Boy) Nappy Boy (AAA) and Pretty Boy (AAA) Nappy Boy (AAA) and Pretty Boy (AAA) Boy I say Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy

Bob McDill Universal Polygram International Publishing Inc. I?ve held it all inward, Lord knows I?ve tried It?s an awful awakening? in a country boy