Sounds like a country song Verse 1] It's a song about living It's a song about a beer on a Friday night It's a song about fishing A song about buds 'round the old campfire It's a song about firewood burning, crickets chirping all in the breeze Sounds like a country song to me [Verse 2] It's a song about playing In this same old smoky bar It's a song about singing Like nobody here knows who you are It's a song about packing all your stuff and moving to Tennessee Sounds like a country song to me [Chorus] It's a song about love If you mean it to be trading those city lights for guitar strings When you've had enough and figured it's time to start chasing some dreams It's the only kind of song you'll wanna sing Sounds like a country song to me [Verse 3] It's like baby don't worry We can slow it down and still make it on time We don't have to hurry Like we've been doing for most of our lives Trading that rush hour traffic in for a front porch swing Yeah, sounds like a country song to me [Chorus] It's a song about love And I need it to be It’s a song playing over and over But you still put it on repeat I've had enough of this grind, I'm gonna start chasing my dreams, I'm gonna start chasing my dreams It's the only kind of song I got to sing Sounds like a country song to me [Bridge] (Ooh-ooh) Smell that breeze (Ooh-ooh) Heard a new high Like I've never seen Wherever you're going, wherever you've been What you've seen Colorado, California, back to Nebraska, New York, now in Tennessee Starting to feel like home to me [Verse 4] It's a song about life If you want it to be A simple life and a country road, that’s all I need, When you've had enough of this grind and finally start chasing some dreams It's the only kind of song you'll sing Sounds like a country song to me Song completely written by Benny Thomas. Demo was helped by Ai an original recording available also.
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Hold My Purse. Watch This Let me show you a little trick of mine Those boys over there in the mood for buying Experience has made me a badass chick Hold my purse. Watch this. Verse 2 You boys ain’t ready for this Let me show you how I get my kicks These boys, they try to show me up As I hit that last red Solo cup I said, hold my purse — watch this Either beer or wine or a pink martini with a twist Hold my purse. Watch this. Bridge Then there’s Rita — goddamn Rita She’s always in the middle of some guy’s fingers How about Tanya? She ain’t getting Anya as drunk as you are She gonna go home and vomit I promise as soon as that Broadway band quits Hold my purse and watch this Hey boys, make some noise Have you ever seen a cowgirl rockin’ hits? Hold my purse — watch this.
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Hey Summer Hey summer, when are you gonna come around? Knowin’ I love the sound of a boat in the water, The click and the spin when you caught her. We like to take it slow. Hold that sunset way past nine, yeah. Chorus I taste the freedom, Make me believe I’m livin’. Wine or tequila, Whatever you need to relax, Whatever comes what may. I know parts of you aren’t tan yet. Verse Summer, When you gonna dump that weather? You’ve been holding in forever, He never lets you change. Get your triple digits again, ’cause I’m ready to sink or swim, Ain’t got much choice now, do I? Whatever comes what may. Chorus I taste the freedom, Make me believe I’m bad. Wine or tequila, Whatever you need to relax. Bridge The sun’s been hiding behind clouds for way too long, April showers lingered and May just dragged along. Now it’s July and the heat’s just starting to shine, But it feels like summer’s late, just like she’s been on my mind.
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