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Have you ever picked guitar on your front porch
In the morning as the sun was risin'?
Or followed your dog down to the river
And ran into an ole’ baptizin'?
Do you think to pull off on the side of the road
When that big black hearse is passing?
Have you ever helped someone in need
Without them even asking?
We do that in the country,
Let me tell you 'bout country
Country can be in the middle of a city
Country can be on a farm,
Country ain’t even a place on the map,
It’s a place in your heart
Would you ever hitched a ride to Music City
Just to see an Opry show?
Would you drive across the country
Just to listen to some country?
Country can be in the middle of a city
Country can be on a farm,
Country ain’t even a place on the map,
It’s a place in your heart.
Have you ever been there at the courthouse square
For the parade on the 'Fourth of July'?
With a tear on your face and a lump in your throat
As you watch ole’ glory go by,
Or sat thru a service where they played tabs
For a soldier who never came home?
Or looked in the sad brown eyes of his momma
As she touched his name on that stone?
He fought for his country
And died for his country
Yeah I love my country
Let me tell you 'bout, country.

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