Blackjack Billy - Country Curves

Fish tailing down a dirt roadlTurn up the radiolMusic blaring tearing through a mud holelHollering hang onlPop the clutch and let's rolllWhoa whoalRide with melWhoa WhoalAll ya thrill billieslWhoa WhoalThat's where you'll find melThat old gravel road long and windingllHot Damn rubber spittin' dirtlHammering down round 'em country curveslBack roads ride 'em till you swerve lCountry boys love them country country curvesllShe's a full body dixie queenlA fine figurinelShe'll have you starin how she wearing them blue jeanslGot the fellas yelling hell yeahlShake it down now let's golWhoa whoalDance with melWhoa whoalAww, Pretty babylWhoa whoalReady now steady nowlFellas now Come onllHot Damn take a look at herlShe work she working them country curveslGet down grind for me girllCountry boys love them country country curvesllAin't nothing like hitting that dirtlHammerin down round 'em country curveslAin't nothing like a Southern girllHomegrown with some country curvesllLets roll, rubber spittin' dirtlHammering down round 'em country curveslBack roads ride 'em till you swerve lCountry boys love them country curvesllHot Damn take a look at herlShe work she working them country curveslGet down grind for me girllCountry boys love them country country curvesll

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