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by Corey Smith


Corey Smith: If That’s Country	

Intro:

  						            		


                                                  
Straight out of Nashville, here’s your next big star

                              
He don’t write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.

              
Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans,

                     
And he struts around the stage like he’s the coolest thing you’ve ever seen.

                              
                       Oh you gotta love him!


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He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose

                                         			       
And he don’t mind the make up as long as no one knows.

                                      	                       
And he’s got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl,

                                                             
Acts like Toby Keith but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw

                                      
But if he’s country ill kiss your ass,

     			                              
And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.

                                                                    
He’s the same old shit in a slightly different bag,

                                                                        
But if he’s country, well then country’s pretty bad.

		
I don’t watch CMT

                       
No that shit makes me sick.

                  
And that ole Kenny Chesney,

         
What a hypocrite.

		
Hell swear he’s country

                                
But he lives in the Caribbean.

	                  
Sings all about the islands now, 

                                     
What happened to the Tennessean?

                                    
Aw if he’s country ill kiss your ass

                                                     
Throw all my Johnny cash records in the trash

                                                                  
He’s all about image cause image pays the bucks,

                                                                              
Aw but if he’s country, well then country really sucks.

                                   
What happened to the outlaws?

                                        
Who weren’t afraid to cross the line?

                              
What happened to the workin man?


                                                  
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives?

	               
                          

                                            
I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town.

                                                       
And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around

                           
And he taught me all the good stuff,

                                                                
That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll

                                                              
And if that ain’t country, well I don’t give a damn

                                      
My daddy to be my own kinda man

                                                                                   
He said son you don’t have to go along with the crowd aw

                                                                    
So if I ain’t Country then im pretty frikin proud

                                                       
Oh well I don’t need their labels anyhow