I could be your lover You could be all mine We'd go on forever Til the end of time You could be my best friend Stay up all night long You could be my railroad We'd go on and on Let's get along, there's nothing here to do Let's go find a rainbow I could be wrong but what am I to do? Guess God thinks I'm Abel You could be my enemy I guess there's still time I'd get 'round to loving you Is that such a crime? Let's get along, there's nothing here to do Let's go find a rainbow I could be wrong but what am I to do? Guess God thinks I'm Abel No one can break us No one could take us If we try No one can break us No one could take us If we try No one can break us No one could take us If we've tried Come along, let's make it tonight

I'm all jacked up, I want you here In my room I want you dear And now it's time to bury my face Between your legs, with my tongue in that special place Now I'm gonna be your God Now I'm gonna be your God I'm gonna be your God Now I'm ready to close my eyes To feel that warm deep throat action Now I'm ready to make you cum And fuck like dogs all night long Now I'm gonna be your God Now I'm gonna be your God I'm gonna be your fucking God I'm all jacked up, I want you here In my room I want you dear Now I'm ready to make you cum And fuck like dogs all night long I'm gonna be your God I'm gonna be your God I'm gonna be your fucking God

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm My days are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low Thank God I'm a country boy I'd play sally goodin all day if I could But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I could, work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride And thank God you're a country boy My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle Taught me how to love and how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Thank God I'm a country boy

How did you know? It's what I've always wanted Could never have too many of these Will you quit kicking me under the table? I'm trying, will somebody make her shut up about it? Can we settle down, please? It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths It's what I think Bite tongue, deep breaths

I'm not rich (yes you are) I'm not rich (yes you are) I'm not rich (yes you are) I'm Scottish (no you're not) I'm Scottish (no you're not) I am Scottish (no you're not) I'm fat (no you're not) I am fat (no you're not) Yeah I'm fat (no you're not) We're all together In this land This great Scotland And it don't matter If you're rich or fat Come together I'm not rich (yes you are) (come together) I'm not rich (yes you are) (in this land) I'm not rich (yes you are) (this great Scotland) I'm Scottish (no you're not) (and it don't matter) I'm Scottish (no you're not) (if you're rich or fat) I am Scottish (no you're not) (come together) I'm fat (no you're not) (we're all together) I am fat (no you're not) (in this land) Yeah I'm fat (no you're not) (this great Scotland) And it don't matter If you're rich or fat Come together

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack Early to rise, early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy A simple kinda life never did me no harm A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm My days are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low Thank God I'm a country boy I'd play Sally Goodin' all day if I could But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I can, and work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Thank God I'm a country boy I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black Limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen Now folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Thank God I'm a country boy Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died He took me by the hand, held me close to his side He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride" Thank God I'm a country boy My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle He taught me how to love and how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Thank God I'm a country boy