Paroles

Don't get him on his Waylon and Willie side Don't hit him on a neon Friday night Steer clear of any roadhouse good timin' jukebox dive If you see him in a boot store get him on home Don't leave him in the truck with the radio on Don't tell him 'bout the country fair corn dog tractor pullin' All the do-si-doing going on down there He like to get high, one lick and he's on it There ain't no cure for a countryholic He's a Hank song, shine fallin' off the wagon Hears a steel guitar and he starts to dancing Got a hillbilly need to feed the habit Starts to looking haggard when he's got to have it He's a fully blown diagnosed honky tonk chronic There ain't no cure for a countryholic He spent 28 days in a hip hop club Met a hot little rocker tried to clean him up She got him wearing leather loafers and double edge slacks Swore his boots and his jeans were a thing of the past Found him two days later hee-hawing in the holler There ain't no cure for a countryholic He's a Hank song, shine fallin' off the wagon Hears a steel guitar and he starts to dancing Got a hillbilly need to feed the habit Looks a little haggard when he's got to have it He's a fully blown diagnosed honky tonk chronic There ain't no cure for a countryholic He's a Hank song, shine fallin' off the wagon Hears a steel guitar and he starts to dancing Got a hillbilly need to feed the habit Looks a little haggard when he's got to have it He's a fully blown diagnosed honky tonk chronic There ain't no cure for a countryholic He's a fully blown diagnosed honky tonk chronic There ain't no cure for a countryholic Countryholic Countryholic Countryholic
Writer(s): Shane Minor, Ira Dean, Jeff Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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