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De você guardei um gosto estranho A boca um tanto sem coragem E todas as canções Que eu deixei pra trás como os trailers de cinema Eu não sei por que você insiste em jogar comigo Eu não sei por que você insiste em jogar Eu não sei por que você insiste em jogar comigo Eu não sei por que você insiste em me julgar e jogar Faz tanto tempo que eu não venho aqui Mas eu juro que tentei com todas minhas forças Toda minha vida, um oceano E as canções que fiz são trailеrs de cinema Trailers dе cinema, trailers de cinema Eu não sei por que você insiste em jogar comigo Eu não sei por que você insiste em me julgar e jogar Comigo, comigo, comigo, comigo

I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his Grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin' but bass He says things like, 'Dawg, are you down with that' And, 'Don't that fly girl got some back' And I feel so doggone outta place When he says, 'Holler back when you get back home' I say, 'The only holler back that I know is' In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back Take a left off the Interstate Go ten miles Take a right on Farm Road 99 And just roll 'til the blacktop ends 'Ya see Mary Jo rockin' that front porch swing Bikini top and them cut-off jeans And that's where Hillbilly Heaven begins Ah, she'll pour 'ya some of that cherry wine Boy, you're guaranteed to have yourself One hell of a time In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it so good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back (Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown Its a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown) Ooh...)

You don't even know what you did do you, baby You never looked back when you left You didn't see me goin' crazy Pickin' up the pieces all by myself What am I gonna do with all this love Now that you don't need it anymore Who am I gonna give it to, it still all belongs to you What am I gonna do with all this love Packed all your things away in boxes Put them under the bed collecting dust I hid all your pictures in the closet Oh, but there's still so much of us What am I gonna do with all this love Now that you don't need it anymore Who am I gonna give it to, it still all belongs to you What am I gonna do with all this love Girl, you know I wish you well but I just wish you could tell me What am I gonna do with all this love Ive looked all around this house I'm still tryin', tryin' to figure out What am I gonna do with all this love Its more than I can deal with, baby More than I can live with, baby What am I gonna do with all this love You left me with way too much, all these memories of us What am I gonna do with all this love

Don? t mind me, I mean no harm I? m just tryin? to save my Papa? s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ? Cause Papa can? t handle them interest rates Well, my Momma cried, my Grandma cried Grandpa would? ve cried but he done died But he left a bag with a note on the side It read,? Plant these seeds and watch? em rise? Don? t mind me, I mean no harm, I? m just tryin? to save my Papa? s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ? Cause Papa can? t handle them interest rates Well, my Momma cried, my Grandma cried Grandpa would? ve cried but he done died But he left a bag with a note on the side It read,? Plant these seeds and watch? em rise? You say you want it, you say you need it Pick it up on Saturday Man, I hope they don? t legalize it I make more cake when I got to hide it We get low, go row by row Put the Hank on then we do-si-do Mamma said,? Boy, you goin? straight to hell? Till I brought the cash back and she said,? Damn, that sells? Well, I had the farm paid off in twenty three days Now its time to raise some cane Call my cowgirls, get? em out That? s how we do it in the Dirty South Don? t mind me, I mean no harm I? m just tryin? to save my Papa? s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ? Cause Papa can? t handle them interest rates Well, my Momma cried, my Grandma cried Grandpa would? ve cried but he done died But he left a bag with a note on the side It read,? Plant these seeds and watch? em rise? Say you want it, babe, say you need it, babe Pick it up on Saturday So all my cowgirls around the world Put your hands up and start to swirl Hit them hips when you get 180 Shake them grits, let's make some gravy

Got the wide open sky in my eyes Got my feet on solid ground They don't want me to be who I am Here in this place, its my daddy's town Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down On the blacktop road, where the corn don't grow Don't you think its time, baby, you and I find where it goes It's a long shot ride, but well hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road Girl, I'm a wild horse that's ready to run I know I don't belong behind to fence I want a hill that's as big as my dreams That I can try my heart against Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down On the blacktop road, where the corn don't grow Don't you think it's time, baby, you and I find where it goes It's a long shot ride, but well hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down It's a long shot ride but we'll hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road, out of blacktop road

I'm Country, You can tell how I speak, I've lived by the creek. Cotton fields and pickin' tress are my earliest memories. I'm Country, Ain't scared to fight if one comes my way, But I'm tryin' to see if I can be the man momma hoped to raise. Even Momma understands, I'm a country man. Born to be, kickin' it from Texas to Tennessee. Got the same truck since I was eighteen, Gonna drive it til the wheels fall off. I'm country that's what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain't alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man. I'm reckless, I like shrimp and grits, and crazy chicks. I cant help but lick my lips, When she makes each grit with the flip of the wrist. I'm hungry, What I deserve is coming my way. I ain't to proud to work all day, Come home late for a roll in the hay. I'm holding the world in my hands. I'm a country man, Born to be, kickin' it from Texas to Tennessee. Got the same truck since I was eighteen, Gonna drive it til the wheels fall off. I'm country thats what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain't alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man. I'm country that's what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain"t alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man.

Hey, look at all those cowgirls Tearin' down the gravel roads on Saturday night Singing, "Summertime" at the top of their lungs Sippin' Dixie cups of strawberry wine All my boys are out We holler and whistle And honk our horns in time We're just country folks livin' loud We're country folks livin' loud We're just country folks livin' loud We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound We're country folks livin' loud Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home Boots on the dance floor, around we go The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud We're country folks livin' loud Interstate's jammed with race fans We're heading towards the Talladega infield sign Our tailgates are droppin' and barbecue is poppin' Everybody's gonna have a good time Ain't nuthin' like those engines starting And the crowd at the finish line We're just country folks livin' loud We're country folks livin' loud We're just country folks livin' loud We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pick-up trucks Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up Mama's in the church choir, oh, what a sound We're country folks livin' loud Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home Boots on the dance floor, around we go The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud We're country folks livin' loud It's a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass A George Strait crowd when he tips his hat Lord, ain't that what it's all about? We're just country folks livin' loud We're country folks livin' loud We're just country folks livin' loud We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound We're country folks livin' loud Drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home Boots on the dance floor, around we go The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud We're country folks livin' loud We're country folks livin' loud We're country and we're livin' loud

All of this screamin' Ain't gettin' us nowhere tonight You're dead set on leavin' Both of us tired of the same old fight Your drawers are empty, your closet too Your lips are ready to say we're through But how 'bout you don't slam that door Call it quits, throw your suitcase in that old Ford? Back the car out, make that right Hit the highway, say goodbye How 'bout you don't? I wanna be a changed man Yeah, I'm gonna do the right thing now I know I lose my temper That's when everything goes south You do too, you known that it's true But walking out ain't the thing to do So how 'bout you don't slam that door? Call it quits, throw your suitcase in that old Ford Back the car out, make that right Hit the highway, say goodbye How 'bout you don't? Please don't say that it's over How 'bout you don't, don't even move? Let me hold you, show you that I still love you Let's just try one more time There ain't no good in saying goodbye So how 'bout you don't? So how 'bout you don't? How 'bout you don't?

Still Love the smell of mamas house when somethings cookin' on the stove Still hug her neck when its time to go, leavin's always tough Oh, there's some things you don't grow out of I made a name here in this town with my right arm underneath the lights And the trophies take me back to those Friday nights I cant bring myself to box em up, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Like Your mamas love your biggest dream that little town you had to leave And all of those sweet memories of growing up wild and free The Sunday morning ringing bells, the preachers words, the way it felt And to this day I get my help from up above, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of I'm older now and Ive seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I remember where I come from Cause there's some things you don't grow out of Like the lessons learned from the time you spent with your grandpa just you and him The innocence of another time I still go back there in my mind to Sunday morning ringing bells The preachers words, the way it felt and to this day I get my help from up above Yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Like Your mamas love your biggest dream that little town you had to leave And all of those sweet memories of growing up wild and free The Sunday morning ringing bells, the preachers words, the way it felt And to this day I get my help from up above, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of I'm older now and Ive seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I remember where I come from Cause there's some things you don't grow out of