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I heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks
I heard he's got a Prius, 'cause he's into bein' green
My buddies said he saw y'all, eatin' that sushi stuff
Baby that don't sound like you, that don't sound like love,
Sounds like it sucks...

He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck

Between you and me
We've only had a couple drinks
But I'm starting to think
I can close this tab
Oh, between you and me
I just wanna get out of here
And we could up and disappear
Into the back of a cab

Yellow blue bird on a red clay road, kickin' up a cloud of dust.
Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun.
Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna grab up a fishin' pole.
Every boy and girl in this part of the county gonna meet at the swimmin' hole.

I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm proud of it.
And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'oughta live.
I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish.

I've been on the Grand Ole Opry
I've played a show with ZZ Top
Went on tour with Skynyrd and man they stil rock
Shot the bull with Bocephus, before he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good...

"Дом, милый дом"

Ты знаешь, я мечтатель
Но у меня золотое сердце
Мне пришлось быстро убежать
Так что не жди меня скоро домой
Просто когда все встало на свои места
Это не значит, что все всегда было не так

D
You got your million bucks
G
You got your flashy sports car
A
You got your trophy girls
D
Man you think you’re a star

I worked hard all week
But now you're here with me
Starin' up at a summer sky
A blanket in the truck bed
Just give me the go ahead
Cause we've got plenty of time

CHORUS

She likes an ice cold bud pressed against her hand
Standin' on the porch lookin' 'cross our land
Seein' a bass hit that top water
Knew that was my kind of woman first time I saw her

Yeah she looks good on my tractor
Good in my truck
Good on our bed when the sun comes up

Small Town USA (оригинал Justin Moore)

Провинция США

A lot of people called it prison when I was growin’ up
But these are my roots and this is what I love
Cause everybody knows me and I know them
And I believe that's the way we were supposed to live

People say I'm just a rough boy
I ain't no good for you girl
It's a dead end street, tryin' to love me
Yeah, I'll wreck your world
I can see why they're all talkin'
Lookin' back at my past
I've got a bad name, but a man can change
I'm livin' proof of that

I was a cold beer drinker down at Joe's place
A corner pocket sinker at a pedal down pace
Another man's early was my gettin' home late
Fast as a whiskey shot and everything changed
'Cause with a woman you love, you'll talk all night
Buy five acres and a farmhouse and paint it bright white
With a woman you love, you'll get home at a decent hour
Don't need to look no more 'cause you'd finally found her