Country Boy Ringtones

I am a country boy, and got blood (on) my teeth I am a country boy, and got no memories I am a country boy, so many enemies I am a country boy, and there's so many I am a country boy, and got blood (on) my teeth I am a country boy, and got no memories I am a country boy, so many enemies I am a country boy, and there's so many I am a country boy, and got blood (on) my teeth I am a country boy, and got no memories I am a country boy, so many enemies I am a country boy, and there's so many Black sheep, black sheep Black sheep, black sheep Black sheep, black sheep Of the family Black sheep, black sheep Of the family Black sheep, black sheep Of the family... Of the family Of the family

She's a high-dollar raised up White collar One of those Dolche and Gabanna Kind of girls She's got her daddy's money She aint never lived in the country She's and uptown ball gown kind of girl But there's somethin about the country That she loves She dont like those preppy boys With spiked hair and collared shirts on She like boots and jeans and the way I say hey yall Our friends say that were like oil and water But we mix like sugar and tea She cant help it, she cant help it She likes the country boy in me La la la la la la She likes the country boy in me La la la la la la Yeah she drives a brand new mercedes But shes been thinkin bout tradin For a jacked up chevy on mickey-ts Yeah her daddy thinks she crazy He just cant believe his baby Has fallen for a poor country boy like me Oh, but she dont give a damn about the money She dont like those preppy boys With spiked hair and collared shirts on She likes boots and jeans and the way i say hey yall Our friends say that were like oil and water But we mix like sugar and tea She cant help it, she cant help it She likes the country boy in me But every friday night we go ridin in my truck She likes to take the dirt road Play in the mud She reaches for the radio Yeah she turns it up She loves that country stuff But she dont like those preppy boys With spiked hair and collared shirts on She likes my dirty old pickup truck And my liberty overall And our friends say that were like oil and water But we mix like sugar and tea She cant help it, she cant help it Oh she cant help it Ooh she cant help it She like the country boy in me La la la la la la She likes the country boy in me La la la la la la Ooh yeah yeah La la la la la la She likes the country And she loves me

To be loved is a thrilling sensation, as thrilling as can be Though it happens in every nation, they greet if differently Every mademoiselle with pasoolala, every Englishman talks to his patter Every spittin' Venetian goes tra la la and the Irish say Mother Machree But when I look at you and I thrill like I do, there is only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la Certain characters hi-diddle-diddle when cupid comes along Some mechanics shift gears in the middle and drummers kick the gong Every cowboy I know hollers yipee-a-ay Every clown in the circus goes hoopla Every sailor in port hollers anchors aweigh And an Indian gives you a ugg! But when you hold me tight like you're doing tonight There's only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh, boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine