My Country - Tega boi dc

Hands that are strong but wrinkled Doing work that never gets done Hair that's lost some of the beauty By too many hours in the sun Eyes that show some disappointment And there's been quite a lot in her life She's the foundation I lean on My woman, my woman, my wife Everyday has been uphill We climb but we can't reach the top I'm weak and I'm easily discouraged She just smiles when I want to stop Lips that are weary but tender With love that strengthens my life A saint in a dress made of gingham My woman, my woman, my wife Two little babies were born in the spring But died when the winter was new I lost control of my mind and my soul But my woman's faith carried us through When she reaches that river Lord, you know what she's worth Give her that mansion up yonder 'Cause she's been through hell here on earth Lord, give her my share of heaven If I've earned any here in this life 'Cause God, I believe she deserves it My woman, my woman, my wife

I don't mess with the monkey Let him roll right off my back I fly like a bee to the honies Turn a bar to an all out love shack Can I get an amen, a hallelujah A little splash of the Coke in my Black Jack Don't let this black-tie fool ya I'm a down home groover, a midnight mover Chorus: Give me and my bulldog Sitting on the front porch Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening 'Round here got the laid back low-down Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown Might sound just a little bit funky But hey ya'll, that's my kind of country I ain't hearing no lip son, drag ya In the dirt like Tonka toy, boy We don't play that where i come from Hell yeah, I'm a momma's boy Give me and my bulldog Sitting on the front porch Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening 'Round here got the laid back low-down Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown Might sound just a little bit funky But hey ya'll, that's my kind of country Give me and my bulldog Sitting on the front porch Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening 'Round here got the laid back low-down Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown Might sound just a little bit funky But hey ya'll, that's my kind of country It's my kind of country

Hey Hey Swingin' legs from a tin roof Walk in, there's a church pew Right across from a wall we keep for awards That we'll win one day (one day) Nintendo in the sunroom Empty bottles on a barstool That we got on a Craiglist find From some guy throwin' it away You can park on the front lawn That grass is good as gone Leave it there as long as you wanna stay My place is your place Lawn chairs and pre-games Bonfires and guitars String lights in the backyard Tell your friends to bring friends The good times don't ever end Good people hanging out, getting loud, see you 'round 'Round here at my place 'Round here at my place Pizza box on the kitchen counter Probably been there a couple hours By a set of keys that somebody left here the night before Sharpie wall full of stranger's names John Luke on the porch swing Talking to a girl that he wants to know My place is your place Lawn chairs and pre-games Bonfires and guitars String lights in the backyard Tell your friends to bring friends The good times don't ever end Good people hanging out, getting loud, see you 'round 'Round here at my place 'Round here at my place My place is your place We party all day My place is your place Lawn chairs and pre-games Bonfires and guitars String lights in the backyard Tell your friends to bring friends The good times don't ever end Good people hanging out, getting loud, see you 'round 'Round here at my place 'Round here at my place (My place is your place)