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Country Licks

it, Coats of many colors began to sing along. And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin', Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs. It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken, Country

Do you remember Back in nineteen sixty-six? Country jesus, hillbilly blues, That's where I learned my licks. Oh, from coast to coast and line to line

haze, yeah I'll show you how to twist Get it tight but not too tight, it's all in the lick I'll show you which end to burn, how to spot that trick All

, you already know the remainin' Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it I got a cave bitch, she's a cheerleader I split a 12 with her, she licked this

If you're sailin' catch my drift Lead me to the door, check my list Meet me at the floor, catch this fist Or meet me at the store catch this lick Feel

feed the hungry" "You got to, got to, got to heal the sick" I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody 'Cause they won't work a lick, you know They just

And the sweet sound of country music filled my ears And I want to be a star in the illinois opry now The people in the country certainly know how to

in my red Camaro, shot down the street like lead in a barrel Decked out in my veteran apparel I drove aimlessly for miles until I saw this country that

Baby that I've found. So check the linguistics 'cause I'm sweet like this, And if the liquor's there, I'm going to get licked quick. Bermudo, people