I was eight years old when I turned fifteen I was stealing the show Money to burn and the girls were pretty it didn't take me long to learn that I was
of us are born with it Some of us don't ever, ever get it Thank God I'm a guitar man And it's true I love the money And it's true I love all the honeys
It's a family tradition So don't ask me Hank, why do you drink? Hank, why do you roll smoke? Why must you live out The songs that you wrote? If I'm
There's a tear in my beer 'cause I'm cryin' for you, dear You are on my lonely mind Into these last nine beers I have shed a million tears You are on
hang overs hurt more then they used to And corn bread and ice tea took the place of pills and ninety-proof And it seems like none of us do things quite
The preacher man says it's the end of time And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry The interest is up and the stock markets down And you only get
, that's how we do it in Dixie Whoo I love them girls man In Dixie That's how we do it in Dixie That's right, class, that's how we do it in Dixie A
it up) Let's try to get along And it'll be more better (Stirrin' it, stirrin' it, stirrin' it up) (Stirrin' it up) Sick 'em, Rush! (Stirrin' it up) Jump
' and 'Amazing Grace' Lord, I know just how they feel, you gotta get out and kick up your heels And ain't it great to be 'Livin' In The U.S.A' Me, I'
a cowboy's work is just never done I am in to basics and I don't like fads I like to have women I never had Hey I don't mean to ever do nobody no wrong
ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry Like they do
I've got a good woman at home, who thinks I do no wrong But sometimes Lord she just ain't always around And you know that's when I fall, I can't help
my blue jeans, I just burnt my hand Lord, it's hard to be a bachelor man I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean I got girls that can do
country state of mind You know, the red necks and the hippies They are in their discos and honkytonks Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace Lord, I know just how they
I was eight years old When I turned fifteen I was stealing the show Money to burn and the girls were pretty It didn't take me long to learn that I was
ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry Like they do in
of us are born with it, some of us don't ever, ever get it Thank God I'm a guitar man, and it's true I love the money And it's true I love all the honeys
it up) Let's try and get along And it'll be more better (Stirrin it, stirrin it, stirrin it up) (Stirrin it up) sick em, Rush (Stirrin it up) jump in