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Låttexter: Smokey River Boys. Other. All Pure Country.


[1] I eat eggs and I sop my gravy?.. when the sun comes up?.
I drink my coffee?. black in the morning?in a big old cup?
I love my wife and I kiss my kids?I work hard to pay these bills?.
I keep stretching and somehow make enough to live?.

[Cho] WELL, I?M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE?.
I DRIVE A TRUCK AND I WORK ALL DAY?A SWEATING ON THIS FARM?.
I PLAY MY RADIO WAY TOO LOUD?.
I DO MY RUNNING WITH THE COUNTRY CROWD?
YEAH, I?M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE?..

[2] I take my corn bread cold in a glass of buttermilk?
I put my K-Mart?s on?my boots and dad?s old hat?
I don?t belong to the blue-blood crowd?
I own a dog that?s a blue-blood hound?.
I got the puppies sitting here beside me
On the seat right now?

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[3] I help my dear sweet mama?
Tend a garden out back 'a their house?
I go fishing every time I can?
With my kids and dad?
I work a long old 12 hour day?
A busting butts to pay my way?.
But I still go to church and I pray
On the Sabbath day?.

[Cho] WELL, I?M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE?.
I DRIVE A TRUCK AND I WORK ALL DAY?A SWEATING ON THIS FARM?.
I PLAY MY RADIO WAY TOO LOUD?.
I DO MY RUNNING WITH THE COUNTRY CROWD?
YEAH, I?M ALL PURE COUNTRY TO THE BONE?..

[Half Chorus] I do my running with the country crowd?
I play my radio way too loud?.
And, I?m all pure country to the bone

[Tag] Yeah?I?m all pure country to the bone?.