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I wouldn't exactly say that I'm a honky tonker But I've been know to haunt a hall or two I don't own a horse or wear a Stetson But a steel guitar paints this old heart a shade of Cowboy Blue Some folks say that ain't country Smile, let 'em in on the truth Don't rely on first impressions Country is what country means to you Where I come from it's a certain kind of living It's the love you give that makes you a man Country ain't some kind of accent Yes ma'am, we're Texans, we got us a fiddle in the band Some folks say that ain't country Smile, let 'em in on the truth Don't rely on first impressions Country is what country means to you Mi padrе's from the desert out in Rеdford We drink a beer with salt and a lime And we serenade our señoritas Singing "Mañanitas" in 3/4 time Some folks say that ain't country Letras de cancionesSmile, let 'em in on the truth Don't rely on first impressions Country is what country means to you Don't rely on first impressions Country is what country means to you Country is what country means to you From Letras Mania