Country as F**k - Paul Cauthen

She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck She says: It's always muddy and it rides so rough And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. I might get her on the lake to fish with me If the water's smooth and the sky is blue with a nice, cool breeze But anything we catch, I'll have to clean myself 'Cause I'm about as country as she gets. She'll slip off a pair of heels Walk barefoot across the field Climb up on a fence just to be near me Sometimes I think that horse still scares her half-to-death Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. She likes bein' within spendin' distance of a mall Havin' enough bars to make a cell phone call Put her in a crowd and she's right in her element Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. But she'll slip out on the porch sometimes When that sun's low in the sky Pull up a rockin' chair just to be with me Until that first big June bug buzzes by her head See I'm about as country as she gets. Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck...

Baby, I know that you've been waiting patiently For a man to give you all that you need And love you like he should Sticking to your guns, looking for the right one Just somebody who treats you good It took me a while but I got here as fast as I could I ran full speed ahead Without stopping to rest Not knowing where I was headed to Now that I'm here It's perfectly clear That I was making my way to you Can't believe how long it took But I got here as fast as I could I've ended up on at least 100 dead end roads Where my heart and I just wound up broke Lost and misunderstood I tried to rush finding true love It didn't pan out like thought it would It took me some time But I got here as fast as I could I ran full speed ahead Without stopping to rest Not knowing where I was headed to Now that I'm here It's perfectly clear That I was making my way to you Can't believe how long it took But I got here as fast as I could I ran full speed ahead Without stopping to rest Not knowing where I was headed too Now that I'm here It's perfectly clear That I was making my way to you Can't believe how long it took But I got here as fast as I could Yeah I got here as fast as I could

If you like a Bud Light over the high life A bonfire on a summer night If you like a dive bar band with your whiskey Raise 'em up if you're with me 'Cause I was raised on three chords and the truth Listening to damn good music and throwing back a few And country is as country does It's not a way of life, it's what you are made of It's a deep breath, back porch sitting Taking time to talk to God and just listen This is more than just the way we talk It's giving everyday everything we got Sunup to sundown It's in my blood Country is as country does Country is as country does Look, I don't need a fine wine to have a good time Just some good friends and a little moonshine So if a back girl gets you feelin' frisky Raise 'em up if you're with me, yeah Oh baby, tell me if you're with me Country is as country does It's not a way of life, it's what you are made of It's a deep breath, back porch sitting Taking time to talk to God and just listen This is more than just the way we talk It's giving everyday everything we got Sunup to sundown It's in my blood Country is as country does Yeah, I was raised on old blue-collar truth Listening to damn good music Throwin' back a few Country is as country does It's not a way of life, it's what you are made of It's a deep breath back porch sitting Taking time to talk to God and just listen This is more than just the way we talk It's giving everyday everything we got Sunup to sundown It's in my blood Country is as country does Ooh, ooh yeah Country is, yeah

I'm still drivin' When's this break gon' come? You buy my pickin' With a big ol' timpani drum Stole shelter from the storm The night my cousin's baby was born Some say I'm a wild man Drink too much nectar from the corn Still drivin' When's this break gon' come? You buy my pickin' With a big ol' timpani drum Oh the school, it wasn't for me I earned my stripes a different way I learned to sing harmony And go play out on the stage Still drivin' When's this break gon' come? You buy my pickin' With a big ol' timpani drum I'm still drivin' I'm still drivin' I'm still drivin' I'm still drivin' I'm a-still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still drivin' Still, still, still, I'm a-still drivin' Still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still drivin' Still, still, still, I'm a-still drivin'

Ridin' the trail alone, it ain't my style Not even for a country mile Ride Ride On this saddle, my saddle It's a beautiful night The air is right On this saddle, my saddle Saw you standin' there Lookin' so lonely down by the cabin Your long dark hair It drew me in like a fountain Ride, babe Let's ride On this saddle, my saddle It's a beautiful night, babe The air is right, babe On this saddle, my saddle Travelin' together on this ole filly sharin' the stars Souls tied as one, ride any trail: the night is ours Ride Ride On this saddle, my saddle It's a beautiful night, babe The air is right, babe On this saddle, my saddle Ride Ride On this saddle, my saddle It's a beautiful night, babe The wind is right, babe On this saddle, my saddle Ride Ride On this saddle, my saddle It's a beautiful night, babe The wind is right, babe On my saddle, saddle

I've got the Holy Ghost fire And it's burning in me I've got the Holy Ghost fire And it's burning in me Got the Holy Ghost fire And I'm burning down these streets I've got a sweet little baddie And she's rolling in the Caddy with me I've got a sweet little baddie And she's rolling in the Caddy with me I've got a whole lotta Prada for my Holy Ghost mama And she's making sweet eyes at me Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Working the long con plan If you knew the truth about me, baby girl No way in hell you'd stay But if I filled you in Would you take it to the grave? 'Cause a secret ain't no secret If you give it all away Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Working the long con plan Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh, don't let me down Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Working the long con plan Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Got the Holy Ghost fire and it's burning in me Got the Holy Ghost fire and it's burning in me I've got the Holy Ghost fire and I'm burning down these streets

Country clubbin' Country clubbin' I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks Worn boots, couple bucks Early risin', nine to five Hand to mouth, gettin' by Climbing higher up the ladder Bank account gettin' fatter Little low down Come from nothin' Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin' Now it's 9-iron, cart girl Get to take her for a whirl Champagne, shuffleboard Red necks on the tennis court Ah-haha (ooh-lah-lah) Schmoozie bougie (ooh-ha-ha) Silver platter, fine cigars They think I'm a superstar First-class, elbow rubbin' Now we're all country clubbin' Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang The pasture party, limousine Parkin' on the putting green Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Chief of staff, look at him Drinkin' like a president Who's the honey on his arm? That's the heir to Lucky Charms Hedge fund, billionaires Doctors, lawyers everywhere Oil money, dynamite Mayor's in the house tonight First-class, elbow rubbin' Now we're all a-country clubbin' Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang Writin' checks, passin' bills Gnawin' on a chicken wing We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin'

Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass The left foot says to the right foot I'm a-thinkin' we should make some moves And the right foot says to the left foot Let's put on them snakeskin boots And the snakeskin boots scoot across that floor Gonna ask some high heels to dance And them high heels all start a-tappin' their toes They're ready for a little romance Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Don't matter how you do it Just put your soles into it And feel the vibration from above Let that thunder strike your feet Get 'em moving to the beat Everybody break it down and cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass You can tango, twist-and-shout, the cha-cha You can Mow the Lawn and do the Stanky Leg The Moonwalk Sock hop Boogie-woogie Doo-wop Gets a little better every step Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Don't matter how you do it Just put your soles into it And feel the vibration from above Let that thunder strike your feet Get you moving to the beat Everybody break it down and cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Give your legs just a little more wobble And your hips just a little more shake Get along to the rhythm If you ain't got it then give it Everything you got 'cause that's all it takes To cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug It don't matter how you do it Just put your soles into it And feel the vibration from above Let that thunder strike your feet Get you moving to the beat Everybody break it down and cut a rug Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah