Time: 2:23 Irving Music, Inc. BMI Master #58686 Brian Wilson/Mike Love Get a breath of that country air Breathe the beauty of it everywhere Get a look
, but I could be wrong Oh land ahoy, land ahoy, sailor boy (Land ahoy land ahoy Papa's toy l'ahoy) Oh land ahoy, land ahoy, sailor boy (Land ahoy land
Get a breath of that country air Breathe the beauty of it everywhere Get a look at that clear blue sky Come on Get a breath of that country air Breathe
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Country woman now, what you gonna do with your life? Country woman now, why don't you get out of this life? Leave my life alone. The first time I met
So warm is my morning sun, red is my rainbow, soft is the cool summer breeze, when I saw your face, I saw the light in your eyes, so dark and demanding
my brain... in my brain [Chorus:] I'm saying I can't move on... stumbling 'round Hanging on... but going down... No man's... no man's land People say
Man's Land Before they passed the master plan - out here in No Man's Land Low supply and high demand - here in No Man's Land There ain't much work out
Fell in love with a country girl, morning sunshine She was up from a nether world, just to bust another soul Her eyes were an endless flame, holy lightning
Take off your pants dad, Your penis is the biggest Thing my butt's ever had, 'Cause I know It feels so good, Shut your f***in' face Uncle f***er
Uh oh.. Uh oh.. Oh shit.. Muthafucka... I'm gonna start dancin! Take off your pants dad Your penis is the biggest thing My butt's ever had Cause I would
Yeah, I found nowhere It got to know me Let me sleep all day Spend the money I haven't felt my legs Since the summer And I don't call my friends Forgot
Hey Mr Music, sure sound good to me. I cant refuse it, wadda be gadda be. Feel like dancin' dance cuz we are free. I got my own, in the promise land.
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was
Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears. Buckets of moonbeams in my hand, I got all the love, honey baby, You can
Just like old Saxophone Joe When he's got the hogshead up on his toe Oh me, oh my Love that country pie Listen to the fiddler play When he's playin' '
Il n'y a qu'trois cordes a mon banjo pourri, Une qui reve, un' qui pleure, un' qui rit. Celle qui pleure, je fais semblant qu'elle rit Et cell' qui reve