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Young buck


I'm trying to be recognized so I can become a ghost writer for musician's please share. I remember living on the country side, Hopping in a tractor going for a ride, Having fun making our own slip N slide, Going camping and having a fire, Rolling down a hill stuck in a tire, If you say this isn't fun then you are a liar, Singing country is in my blood, Fooling around laughing rolling in the mud, Wearing a cowboy hat looking like a stud, Going around looking like Elmer fud, Eating so much stake, Trying not to get bit by a snake, Going fishing in the nearest lake, Country is fun that is no mistake, Laughing so hard you get a bellyache, Listening to country music so loud it's hard to concentrate.
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