| I got my first guitar when I was just a boy
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| I was playin' the blues instead of playin' with toys
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| Listenin' to the Opera and dreamin' of the neon lights
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| So it was late to bed and early to rise
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| I worked the field all day and the crowd all night
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| My finger on the trigger and Nashville in my sights
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| I’m the real thing, I sing songs about real life
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| And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
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| Never really worried if I fit in
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| Country ain’t what I sing
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| It’s what I am
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| This hat ain’t something I wear for style
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| These boots have been around a while
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| Country ain’t what I sing
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| It’s what I am
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| I learned to drive on a withered road
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| Use to cruise the strip on Rock 'n' Roll
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| Drove around on
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| Miles and miles of Texas
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| And as I grew Daddy showed me how
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| To earn a living by the sweat of my brow
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| But he never made me follow in his steps
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| He said work hard and let the good Lord do the rest
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| And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
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| Never really worried if I fit in
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| Country ain’t what I sing
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| It’s what I am
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| This truck ain’t something I drive for style
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| These boots have been around a while
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| Country ain’t what I sing
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| It’s what I am
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| Yeah
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| And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
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| Never really worried if I fit in
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| Country ain’t what I sing
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| It’s what I am
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| This hat ain’t something I wear for style
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| These boots have been around a while
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| Country ain’t what I sing
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| It’s what I am |