Country by the Grace of God Lyrics

Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town
The cows are feed and the plowin's all been done.
Moon light, fireflies, beer on the bank by the rivverside,
We're gonna have ourselves a little fun.
Dancin' on the tailgates and raisin' a little Cain,
Rockin' in the pastures and rollin in the hay.
It's the life I love,
And I'm gonna live it 'til they bury me.
I can't get enough of,
Dirt roads, and dusty fields and the simple things,
And I take pride in everything I've got.
'Cause I'm American-born and,
Country by the grace of God.
I dont need no Cadillacs, you cant put no hay bails in the back,
It wont cross a creek or tow no heavy load.
I dont like a high-rise cluttering up my clear blue skies
Dont wanna be where the city's all that grows
Some are born with a silver spoon and some come from a farm,
Some have a ball in the mansion, but we get down in the barn.
(Chorus)
lead solo
(acoustic)
(electric)
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We build a world of dreams on a big ol' piece of land
We're free to do anything we like, we're country so we can
(play chorus)
Great song to play!