Cliché Country Boy

Blue eyed blonde, her name was Kate
When I picked her up for our first date
Drove on to the river
Where we watched the sun go down
Covered up in the bed of my truck
Sipping on suds from a solo cup
Music cranked and singing
To those summer evening sounds

It's not my thing to hit the town

I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights

No time for beer soaked bars
Whistling at girls or fancy cars
There's dirt on my boots and a couple scars
From stubborn cattle fights
If country's what your looking for
I'm a good ol' boy, baby look no more
I even know how to hold the door
Cuz my mama raised me right

Yeah, that's right

I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights

Hard Workin, hat wearing
Big buckle, little bit of swearing
T-shirt and jeans, heart on my sleeve

I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar ...
I'm a cliché country boy with a guitar on my back
I got a 4 wheel drive Silverado with a big ol' redneck gunrack
I like an ice cold beer with a couple more on the side
Windin' roads with a pretty pay load
And sweet country nights
Sweet Country Nights



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