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Never thought you'd leave the city, move out to the sticks
'Til you saw a hillbilly with a six-inch lift
On an F-250, thought, "Damn, I gotta get me one of those
And some land, crank some Charlie Daniels Band"
Now you're headed down to Georgia, maybe Mississippi
Next time you stop, better go on and get you
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For your Bass Pro hat and your cut-off sleeves
If you wanna be country, all you really need
Some WD-40 and a 4WD, yeah, yeah
(Tell 'em somethin', Jimmie)
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Get used to your surroundings and give it some time
Then the coyote howlin' won't keep you up at night
Once you break in your Justins, buddy, just trust me
You'll wear 'em to work, track some dirt in the church
But for now, I guess let's stick to the basics
'Til you find out how far you wanna take it
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You got a lot to learn, but we can get to that
Like the fires and the shine and a gun in the rack
The garden out back and the dog's runnin' loose
You'll get there, just look at you