Country Boy

Country boy we're not city slickers

Country boy
We don't want no life in the city
High rise might be nice, might be pretty
But know I keep my roots in the country
Country boy
Where everything wild and free
Grew up where the grass is green
You know I keep my roots in the country

My papa said
Where my whiskey? Where my ice?
Vibe is good so play it twice
Call ya mama
It's a mood, everybody feel in tune
Grab your buckle, kick ya boots
See ya daddy, feeling good
Got this speaker, in ya face
'Cause ya mashin' up the place

We ain't got to go nowhere
(We ain't got to go nowhere)
No we ain't got to go nowhere
(We ain't got to go nowhere)

Country boy
We don't want no life in the city
High rise might be nice, might be pretty
But know I keep my roots in the country
Country boy
Where everything wild and free
Grew up where the grass is green
You know I keep my roots in the country

Down in the valley where the river can flow
I get the feeling that the people don't know
That this is a place you can set your mind free
Give me the place, give me the place now

We ain't got to go nowhere
(We ain't got to go nowhere)
No we ain't got to go nowhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Country boy
We don't want no life in the city
High rise might be nice, might be pretty
But know I keep my roots in the country
Country boy
Where everything wild and free
Grew up where the grass is green
You know I keep my roots in the country
Country boy
We don't want no life in the city
High rise might be nice, might be pretty
But know I keep my roots in the country
Country boy
Where everything wild and free
Grew up where the grass is green
You know I keep my roots in the country



Credits
Writer(s): George Brooks Veikoso, Jason Arthur Farmer, Glenn Awong
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