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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