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Theres a house fly swimmin in my sweet tea
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Hey darling pass another Kerr jar to me
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Butter drippin off a biscuit, baby better take a bite
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Cantaloupe thumps like its finally ripe
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Box fan on a lawn chair suckin in swamp air
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200 mile marker signs from nowhere
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Thats what country is
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It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall
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Its a hideaway bed in an old horse stall
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Two kids gettin caught stealin a first farm kiss
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It ain't a John Deere cap thats never fell in the cotton
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Its a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
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Its homemade peach ice cream on sun burnt lips
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Thats what country is
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When the sun starts slippin from the Delta sky
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And the last scare crow tucks in for the night
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Make a fire throw a blanket on the sandy bank
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Bout an hour til we fill the first cat fish yank
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Barefoot cane poll wavin at the river boats
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And when their gone take a dip in the moon glow
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Thats what country is
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It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall
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Its a hideaway bed in an old horse stall
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Two kids gettin caught stealin a first farm kiss
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It ain't a John Deere cap thats never fell in the cotton
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Its a Jimmy Rodgers song that was long forgotten
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Its homemade peach ice cream on sun burnt lips
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Thats what country is
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It ain't a jacked up truck thats never seen a pasture
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Its car pullin over for an old camp tractor
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Its home made peach ice cream on sun burnt lips
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No it can't be bought, its something your born with
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Thats what country is
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Thats what country is
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Thats what country is
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Thats what country is
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