You were raised on an asphalt farm. Ain't never heard a rooster crow, never walked barefoot by a river felt the mud up between your toes. You never rolled in the hay. You never thrown it in four wheel . Climb up on here boy, let me show you how country feels. You ever watched the sun go down from the bed of a pickup truck ever been so into somebody. You're still lying there when it comes back up. Boy, what do you say? Cut a path through that cornfield. Park down by the water. Let my hair down. Get you some of this laid on back. Kick your shoes off, get you some of this slow down fast. I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills. Let me show you how country feels.
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