Country Ringtones

He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford Country ain't country no more. He told his daddy catch up with the times He said now a days people trade heifers online Dad ain't sealing deals with a handshake like before Country ain't country no more. No, country ain't country no more. The back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around Lord, everyone's locking their doors 'Cause country ain't country no more. Now his dad sits in traffic looking 'round at the change Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore Country ain't country no more. Lord, country ain't country no more. The back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around Lord, everyone's locking their doors 'Cause country ain't country no more. There's no turning back And you just can't ignore That country ain't country no more. No, country ain't country no more... Country certainly isn't country anymore... Thanks to Kerry. VOTE Bush!

Since I was born I've heard the voice of the father Goes in the one ear, on out the other Hit me baby, show me the floor I was Cassidy's gun and she was his daughter And I was the country, we were young and I was water, I was rum I don't let her round the thompson no more For she wanna go back to that sky-high mother I'm back in Trastevere dancing the seven hills Cutting my brother's neck grabbing the dollar bills The day the cowboy cried and I gave up on love And you gave up on light, and so began my second life And honey I'm leaving everything behind Caesar's old roads are gettin out of my mind Now I'm burning up the night, rolling up the pieces of my Rolling up the pieces of my life Used to tear em up, I used to cut it down Double it back I'm turning around, I'm goin home It ain't easy livin on my own A cowboy with a one track mind It ain't easy livin all alone He drank a cup of the devil's moonshine And I saw the dead come alive Allulah no anna see ray yah What I saw could make a dead man cry, I'm goin home Losing love, my baby's leaving town Said my honey's flying high above and never coming down Oh and I'm sorry for my stealing hands, the way they take it all Oh hi oh dee rama no lie, I was hypnotized by the great wall You know you know you know you know I used to cut em up I used to tear it down I coulda been the king of this town but I'm going home It ain't easy livin on my own A good heart and a wicked mind It ain't easy living all alone A good man and the devil's shoeshine Oh I saw the dead come back to life Allulah no anna see ray yah What I saw could make a dead man die, I'm goin home Hit me, hit me, hit me, come on, come on, Hit me, hit me motherfucker.

Have you ever picked guitar on your front porch In the morning as the sun was risin'? Or followed your dog down to the river And ran into an ole' baptizin'? Do you think to pull off on the side of the road When that big black hearse is passing? Have you ever helped someone in need Without them even asking? We do that in the country, Let me tell you 'bout country. Country can be in the middle of a city Country can be on a farm, Country ain't even a place on map, It's a place in your heart. Have you ever hitched a ride to Music City Just to see an Opry show? Would you drive across the country To listen to some country? Country can be in the middle of a city Country can be on a farm, Country ain't even a place on the map, It's a place in your heart. Have you ever been there at the courthouse square For the parade on the 'Fourth of July'? With a tear on your face and a lump in your throat As you watch ole' glory go by, Or sat thru a service where they played tabs For a soldier who never came home? Or looked in the sad brown eyes of his momma As she touched his name on that stone? He fought for his country And died for his country I love my country. Let me tell you 'bout. country.

If you like a Bud Light over the high life A bonfire on a summer night If you like a dive bar band with your whiskey Raise 'em up if you're with me 'Cause I was raised on three chords and the truth Listening to damn good music and throwing back a few And country is as country does It's not a way of life, it's what you are made of It's a deep breath, back porch sitting Taking time to talk to God and just listen This is more than just the way we talk It's giving everyday everything we got Sunup to sundown It's in my blood Country is as country does Country is as country does Look, I don't need a fine wine to have a good time Just some good friends and a little moonshine So if a back girl gets you feelin' frisky Raise 'em up if you're with me, yeah Oh baby, tell me if you're with me Country is as country does It's not a way of life, it's what you are made of It's a deep breath, back porch sitting Taking time to talk to God and just listen This is more than just the way we talk It's giving everyday everything we got Sunup to sundown It's in my blood Country is as country does Yeah, I was raised on old blue-collar truth Listening to damn good music Throwin' back a few Country is as country does It's not a way of life, it's what you are made of It's a deep breath back porch sitting Taking time to talk to God and just listen This is more than just the way we talk It's giving everyday everything we got Sunup to sundown It's in my blood Country is as country does Ooh, ooh yeah Country is, yeah