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Gretchen Wilson I Got Your Country Right Here

about you, no I've got a face to save too But when I get home, all alone I get to thinking 'bout what you did And I come up swingin' I burn all your

He's got a sunburn on his left arm From hangin' out a Peterbilt window Got a wife and 3 kids on the farm Drivin' just as fast as he can go, yeah Minneapolis

what was on your mind Did all the outlaws and renegades Pack up and go home? I guess the outlaw and renegade days have gone Well, I got home and I

know my story, don't know my life Why I keep what I keep pepped up inside Did you think I got a problem? That ain't your problem Did you think I can

me take my earrings out 'Cause I'll show you what a cat fight's all about If you come waltzin' by once more I'll drag your butt right out the door So

. I got your country right here. Little bit of rockin'. I got your country right here. Deep fried southern. I got your country right grab a beer, pull

I still think about the way it was When you could still speak your mind Back when Uncle Sam put a gun in your hand And he laid it all on the line Well

past? I don't care if I'm your first love, But I'd love to be your last All I know is what I see when I look at you And what I see when I look at you

collar, And I party down to my last dollar I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I work hard, I play harder