QT's Place
My Tribute to George Strait
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Hey, look at all those cowgirls
Tearin' down the gravel roads on Saturday night
Singing Summertime at the top of their lungs,
Sippin' Dixie cups of strawberry wine
All my boys are out, we holler and
Whistle and honk our horns in time
We're just country folks livin' loud,
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks,
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound,
We're country folks livin' loud
We're drivin' tractors in the cotton
Till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud,
We're country folks livin' loud
Interstates jammed with race fans,
We're headin' towards a Talladega infield sign
Our tailgates are droppin' and barbecues poppin',
Everybody's gonna have a good time
There ain't nuthin' like those engines startin'
and the crowd at the finish line
We're just country folks livin' loud,
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks,
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound,
We're country folks livin' loud
We're drivin tractors in the cotton
Till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud,
We're country folks livin' loud
It's a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass
A George Strait crowd when he tips his hat
Lord, ain't that what its all about
We're crankin Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks,
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mamma's in the church choir, oh, what a sound,
We're country folks livin' loud
We're drivin' tractors in the cotton'
Till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud,
We're country folks livin' loud
We're country folks and we're proud of livin' loud
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