Listen to Country Out The Boy (SeanDeere) by Sean Stemaly

Country Out The Boy (SeanDeere)

Sean Stemaly

Country

2,423 Shazams

Lyrics

She said "I never met a boy like you in California Can't you tell that they are looking at you? Like, what's that ring on your jeans? What does Mossy Oak mean? And what's that twang up in your voice That makes you talk like you do?" I said "it's obvious that I ain't from around here But where I'm from, they all call me Sean Deere" Straight outta Kentuckiana with this guitar in my hand I go from city to city with them ole boys in the band Singing songs about them backwoods And them backroads back home Where the moonshine runs just like that muddy river flows It's down in my veins just like the ink on my arm I ain't subject to change and I'll bet that on that farm Yeah, it's how I was made and God done made His choice You can take the boy out the country But you can't take the country out the boy No you can't take the country out the boy No you can't take the country out the boy Can't take it out my blood Can't wash away all the stains of all this Indiana mud From the land I plant my roots on six feet deep Ya'll bury me with my boots on And put this on my tombstone Straight outta Kentuckiana with this guitar in my hand I go from city to city with them ole boys in the band Singing songs about them backwoods And them backroads back home Where the moonshine runs just like that muddy river flows It's down in my veins just like the ink on my arm I ain't subject to change and I'll bet that on that farm Yeah, it's how I was made and God done made His choice You can take the boy out the country But you can't take the country out the boy No you can't take the country out the boy No you can't take the country out the boy No Woo Straight outta Kentuckiana with this guitar in my hand I go from city to city with them ole boys in the band Singing songs about them backwoods And them backroads back home Where the moonshine runs just like that muddy river flows It's down in my veins just like the ink on my arm I ain't subject to change and I'll bet that on the farm Yeah, it's how I was made and God done made His choice You can take the boy out the country But you can't take the country out the boy No you can't take the country out the boy No you can't take the country out the boy, yeah No you can't take the country out the boy
Writer(s): Michael Tyler, Thomas Marc Archer, Micah Wilshire, Sean Stemaly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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