Country On the Radio

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You ever wonder why country songs say the same old thing

Like a broken record skippin' down on main

Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?

You know what I mean

Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine

Juke joints, jumpin' on the county line

Heard 'em sing about it a million times

But I don't mind

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night

Blue-jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that slide guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealin' those kisses to a little George Strait

That's how we rock and that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

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There's always gonna be a party out in the pines

Always gonna be a shot up highway sign

Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine

From time to time

There's always gonna be people tryin' to run us down

Sayin' we ain't got nothin' on a big town

I bet they'd come around

If they came on down

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night

Blue-jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that slide guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealin' those kisses to a little George Strait

That's how we rock and that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a part of me

Kickin' back in V.F.E

Yeah, that's how it's always gonna be

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night

Blue-jean babies in the full moonlight

Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars

Every time you hear that slide guitar

And your baby's on the tailgate

And you're stealin' those kisses to a little George Strait

That's how we rock and that's how we roll

As long as there's country on the radio

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Some country on the radio

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As long as there's a small town

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Mm, Saturday nights

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Blue-jean babies

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Yeah, tip back your Dixie

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Stealin' those kisses