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Testo All Pure Country
Testo All Pure Country
[1] I eat eggs and I sop my gravy..... when the sun comes up....
I drink my coffee.... black in the morning...in a big old cup...
I love my wife and I kiss my kids...I work hard to pay these bills....
I keep stretching and somehow make enough to live....
[Cho] WELL, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE....
I DRIVE A TRUCK AND I WORK ALL DAY...A SWEATING ON THIS FARM....
I PLAY MY RADIO WAY TOO LOUD.... I DO MY RUNNING WITH THE COUNTRY CROWD...
YEAH, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE.....
[2] I take my corn bread cold in a glass of buttermilk...
I put my K-Mart's on...my boots and dad's old hat...
I don't belong to the blue-blood crowd...
I own a dog that's a blue-blood hound....
I got the puppies sitting here beside me
On the seat right now...
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[3] I help my dear sweet mama...
Tend a garden out back 'a their house...
I go fishing every time I can... With my kids and dad...
I work a long old 12 hour day...
A busting butts to pay my way....
But I still go to church and I pray
On the Sabbath day....
[Cho] WELL, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE....
I DRIVE A TRUCK AND I WORK ALL DAY...A SWEATING ON THIS FARM....
I PLAY MY RADIO WAY TOO LOUD....
I DO MY RUNNING WITH THE COUNTRY CROWD...
YEAH, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE.....
[Half Chorus] I do my running with the country crowd...
I play my radio way too loud....
And, I'm all pure country to the bone
[Tag] Yeah...I'm all pure country to the bone....
I drink my coffee.... black in the morning...in a big old cup...
I love my wife and I kiss my kids...I work hard to pay these bills....
I keep stretching and somehow make enough to live....
[Cho] WELL, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE....
I DRIVE A TRUCK AND I WORK ALL DAY...A SWEATING ON THIS FARM....
I PLAY MY RADIO WAY TOO LOUD.... I DO MY RUNNING WITH THE COUNTRY CROWD...
YEAH, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE.....
[2] I take my corn bread cold in a glass of buttermilk...
I put my K-Mart's on...my boots and dad's old hat...
I don't belong to the blue-blood crowd...
I own a dog that's a blue-blood hound....
I got the puppies sitting here beside me
On the seat right now...
Music Channel
[3] I help my dear sweet mama...
Tend a garden out back 'a their house...
I go fishing every time I can... With my kids and dad...
I work a long old 12 hour day...
A busting butts to pay my way....
But I still go to church and I pray
On the Sabbath day....
[Cho] WELL, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE....
I DRIVE A TRUCK AND I WORK ALL DAY...A SWEATING ON THIS FARM....
I PLAY MY RADIO WAY TOO LOUD....
I DO MY RUNNING WITH THE COUNTRY CROWD...
YEAH, I'M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE.....
[Half Chorus] I do my running with the country crowd...
I play my radio way too loud....
And, I'm all pure country to the bone
[Tag] Yeah...I'm all pure country to the bone....
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