| Charlie went down to Georgia
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| He was looking to make a deal
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| He heard a southern band singing ramblin man
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| Playing guitars of steel
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| It was Travis, Hank, Merle and Mick
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| Singing about them honky tonk women
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| Walyon and Willie, Coe and Cash
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| Just trying to make a living
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| It wasn’t about fame, it wasn’t about money
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| Just outlaws putting some rock in their country
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| The king made the young girls scream
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| In a pair of blue suede shoes
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| Heard Clapton, Earl and Stevie Ray
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| Just playing them delta blues
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| Ronnie sang me home sweet home
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| Talkin' 'bout Alabama
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| Outlaws, 38 and Hatch
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| You got me flirting with distaster
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| Them Van Zant boys they was on to somethin'
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| Just outlaws putting some rock in their country
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| It was born down in the bayou
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| Raised out in the streets
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| Simple songs I could sing along to
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| That made me stomp my feet
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| Yeah my hair is long and I may look funny
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| But I still love some rock in my country
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| Yeah it all sounds good to me
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| I like country in my rock
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| And rock in my country
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| She rolled on down the highway
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| Yeah, Janis and Bobbie McGee
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| Singing la la la la la la la la la
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| Yeah sure sounded good to me
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| It ain’t about the fame, the glamour or the money
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| She’s just a bad girl putting some rock in her country
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| If the music biz left it up to me
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| I’d keep country in my rock and rock in my country |