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Well he got a little notice in his mailbox one day Said your behind on the note on the farm and it's too late If you don't pay-up in the next couple weeks We're going to foreclose and your out on the street So he wadded up the paper real tight in his hand Said you're in for a fight if your after my land So he got in his truck and drove to his neighbors Sold him his cow and his old Bloomer trailer He cut down the corn and he rolled-up the hay He cleaned out the barn and built him a stash Got on the horn with Willie and the CDB Got a concert lined-up 'cause they want to come see Them rockin' in the country Their dance in the fields Where the corn used to grow and the cows used to graze Their kickin up their heels Comin' by the truck loads Pack 'em in tight They'll be rockin' in the country From Friday till Saturday night Some say that he's nothin' but a dumb old farmer But while he's takin' up tickets at the gate he's a charm He's got a mile wide grin like a sly old fox And those pockets on his overalls are about to pop They say the old coots got a million stashed The folks at the banks been a kissin' his grass Them rockin' in the country Their dance in the fields Where the corn used to grow and the cows used to graze Their kickin up their heels Comin' by the truck loads Pack 'em in tight They'll be rockin' in the country From Friday till Saturday night Show 'em Charlie Awesome... Yeah their rockin' in the country Their dance in the fields Where the corn used to grow and the cows used to graze Their kickin up their heels Comin' by the truck loads Pack 'em in tight They'll be rockin' in the country From Friday till Saturday night Been too much fun every Friday and Saturday night
Writer(s): Paul Overstreet, Sonny Tillis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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