do thangs I do Aint the way I do thangs I do What's the reason you keep telling me You want me Bets believe that's you know how we get down in the country
I'm with you there could be people around I'm just focused on you You can sip chardonnay and imma have myself a brew I'm a country ass nigga baby You
and Brandy. Fountain pens and Beano and Dandy. A-that's what I like. I said, hey, that's what I like... Little pubs out in the country, Mother Pearl
has got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues I met a man from Tennessee, this is what he said to me He said music is a rhapsody He picked up his violin
them all away Then hide yourself in sleep Hopeful, they'll take you in the night Eyes bloodshot, red straining ears You'll see the ghost inside their eyes A country
(Violin playing) so we live in our old van Travel all across this land Me and you and We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand just Me and
Well, it's headlights and white lights and Black Tar Rivers They?re dragging me around this country as it withers The billboards, signposts, standing
for your violin, for your violin She said, "Catch me if you can You better plan, gentlemen" Gonna catch me [Incomprehensible] For your violin, for your violin
has got The rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues I met a man from Tennessee, this is what he said to me He said, "Music is a rhapsody" He picked up his violin
suit Or maybe rock sandals and robes, no ham I suppose When we meet maybe we should only eat salmon and loaves Should we only like the organ or the violin
would What's that great big expensive Orchestra waiting for over there? Oh, boy, I'm sure glad they don't belong to Alvin, Alvin, say something, Alvin (Everybody ready Violins
do thangs I do Aint the way I do thangs I do What?s the reason you keep telling me You want me Bets believe that?s you know how we get down in the country
in the firelight Burning so brightly How do they keep themselves warm on such a night? See all the fiddlers twirling while he plays his violin Laughing
satin She was raised uptown with a silver spoon Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson We had an old Ford tractor and a country moon And she loves a violin
I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life Chorus: And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never really worried if I fit in Country ain't
And the auctioner's gavel it rapped and it rattled As I watched the ol' Double Diamond go And won't you listen to the wind mother nature's violin When