Texty
A Sunday stroll, a hand to hold
A long drive on a Friday night through the Bama Shoals
In a classic Buick
Yeah, he's Country Music
A forty hour week, 'til his fingers bleed
Four hungry mouths, he sleeps on the couch
But they got what they need
He pushes on through it
Yeah He's Country Music
HE'S EVERYTHING HANK SANG ABOUT
A SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
TWIN FIDDLES AND A STEEL GUITAR
A GEORGE JONES SONG IN A SMOKEY BAR
HE'S COUNTRY MUSIC
Light of my life, walking the line
A summer rain to ease my pain
Like a Haggard line just about to lose it
Yeah, She's Country Music
SHE'S EVERYTHING HANK SANG ABOUT
A SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
TWIN FIDDLES AND A STEEL GUITAR
A GEORGE JONES SONG IN A SMOKEY BAR
SHE'S COUNTRY MUSIC
SOLO
Some kind of honky tonk angel always singing me back home
EVERYTHING HANK SANG ABOUT
A SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
TWIN FIDDLES AND A STEEL GUITAR
A GEORGE JONES SONG IN A SMOKEY BAR
HE'S COUNTRY MUSIC
YEAH, SHE’S COUNTRY MUSIC
Written by: Kristen Kelly
