My girl she loves these country tunes
I don't know why I'll find out soon
I'll try to crack the code tonight
Learn how these songs just hit so right
And so what did I learn? Well let me tell you
It's boots and hats and sweet guitars
Bonfires sunsets hometown bars
A rugged man a woman fine
And somehow they just intertwine
I thought I'd write a country song
It might not hit might get it wrong
I'll sing 'bout barns
And southern charms
Pray to the Lord it won't go wrong
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
My girl's a beauty smart and strong
Drinks tequila all night long
Digs a white horse
Cowboy hat of course
Darlin' these thoughts just can't be wrong
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
I'll sing 'bout sunsets starry skies
Chicken fried and moonlit eyes
Worn-out jeans
And front porch scenes
And pray these words will satisfy
Well it seems in country tunes
You have to praise red white and blue
It ain't my land
But I'll lend a hand
Because that's what you gotta do
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
Who'd have guessed I'd get this far
With boots and beer an old guitar
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My girl she loves these country tunes
I don't know why I'll find out soon
I'll try to crack the code tonight
Learn how these songs just hit so right
And so what did I learn? Well let me tell you
It's boots and hats and sweet guitars
Bonfires sunsets hometown bars
A rugged man a woman fine
And somehow they just intertwine
I thought I'd write a country song
It might not hit might get it wrong
I'll sing 'bout barns
And southern charms
Pray to the Lord it won't go wrong
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
My girl's a beauty smart and strong
Drinks tequila all night long
Digs a white horse
Cowboy hat of course
Darlin' these thoughts just can't be wrong
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
I'll sing 'bout sunsets starry skies
Chicken fried and moonlit eyes
Worn-out jeans
And front porch scenes
And pray these words will satisfy
Well it seems in country tunes
You have to praise red white and blue
It ain't my land
But I'll lend a hand
Because that's what you gotta do
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
Who'd have guessed I'd get this far
With boots and beer an old guitar
I don't know why I'll find out soon
I'll try to crack the code tonight
Learn how these songs just hit so right
And so what did I learn? Well let me tell you
It's boots and hats and sweet guitars
Bonfires sunsets hometown bars
A rugged man a woman fine
And somehow they just intertwine
I thought I'd write a country song
It might not hit might get it wrong
I'll sing 'bout barns
And southern charms
Pray to the Lord it won't go wrong
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
My girl's a beauty smart and strong
Drinks tequila all night long
Digs a white horse
Cowboy hat of course
Darlin' these thoughts just can't be wrong
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
I'll sing 'bout sunsets starry skies
Chicken fried and moonlit eyes
Worn-out jeans
And front porch scenes
And pray these words will satisfy
Well it seems in country tunes
You have to praise red white and blue
It ain't my land
But I'll lend a hand
Because that's what you gotta do
Strumming chords and picking strings
Spinning tales of simpler things
Might not be right but she'll hum along
To my first go at a country song
Who'd have guessed I'd get this far
With boots and beer an old guitar
Writer: Mark Walton
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