Letra de Country Song (Remastered Version)
Well, I'm a simply city boy with simple country tastes Smoking wild-grown marijuana keeps that smile on your face But it says so, so, so, so longer to you But it says so, so, so, so longerListening to my system, just the other night Watching my TV with the sound turned down Checking out the late, late, late, night fight night Checking out the late, late, late, night fight nightBiting off your hands, throwing your peas and pans Knocking you to the floor, accusing you, you filthy whore And more, more, more, more, more now More, more, more, too much more nowWell, I'm a simply city boy with stupid country tastes Smoking wild-grown marijuana keeps that smile on my face Depending on the mood, mood, mood, mood, mood, mood Depending on the mood, mood, mood, mood, mood, moodYou better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming You better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming Redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya Oh, redneck, gotta lot of redneck in yaYou better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming You better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming Redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya