1.Country Folks (Livin' Loud)
Lyricist：Ryder Lee, Stokes Nielson
Hey, look at all those cowgirls
Tearin' down the gravel roads on Saturday night
Singing, â½Summertimeâ at the top of their lungs
Sippin' Dixie cups of strawberry wine
All my boys are out
We holler and whistle
And honk our horns in time
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound？
We're country folks livin' loud
We're drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
Interstates jammed with race fans
We're heading towards a Talladega infield sign
Our tailgates are droppin' and barbecue's poppin'
Everybody's gonna have a good time
Ain't nuthin' like those engines starting
And the crowd at the finish line
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mama's in the church choir, oh, what a sound？
We're country folks livin' loud
We're drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud
It's a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass
A George Strait crowd when he tips his hat
Lord, ain't that what it's all about？
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're country folks livin' loud
We're just country folks livin' loud
We're crankin' Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks
Clinkin' beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound？
We're country folks livin' loud
We're drivin' tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor, around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud
We're country folks livin' loud, we're country folks livin' loud
We're country and we're livin' loud
2.The Rest Of Us
Lyricist：Bryan Simpson, Jeremy Stover
There are those who wake up every morning
Pull the curtains back smilin' at the sun
They hold their head high when the rain is pouring
Lay down in peace when the day is done
Oh, then there's the rest of us
The ones out here blowin' in the wind
Tryin' to find what we shoulda been
Makin' our choices hopin' we're right
Livin' on the prayers we say at night
Tryin' to outrun the devil and the pain
Learnin' to live with what we can't change
God bless the rest of us
There are those who find love the first time
And do what it takes to make it last
They don't have to lose it to finally realize
The sweet, sweet gift that they had
Oh, then there's the rest of us
The ones out here blowin' in the wind
Tryin' to find what we shoulda been
Makin' our choices hopin' we're right
Livin' on the prayers we say at night
Tryin' to outrun the devil and the pain
Learnin' to live with what we can't change
God bless the rest of us
Sometimes, oh, it's all I can do to breathe
But I'll be alright with my brothers
And my sisters around me
The ones out here blowin' in the wind
Tryin' to find what we shoulda been
Makin' our choices hopin' we're right
Livin' on the prayers we say at night
Tryin' to outrun the devil and the pain
Learnin' to live with what we can't change
God bless the rest of us, God bless the rest of us
God bless the rest of us, oh
3.Underdog
They said you ain't got a prayer, a chance in you-know-where,
But I just didn't care, when I looked in your eyes.
You were a long-shot from the start, an easy way to break my
heart,
But as perfect as you are you gotta risk it all sometimes.
I believe in the underdog,
Who chases dreams and breaks down walls,
The shy kid who gets the prom queen,
Who's never been the star of anything.
And those two lovers hitched at city hall,
They've got each other, so they've got it all,
Call me a dreamer, say I'm a little naive,
Oh, but I believe in the underdog.
We bought a 4-room fixer up, on the side of town where times are
tough,
Short on cash, but long on love, yeah, we sure showed it.
Then you gave me our little man, so small he fit inside my
hands,
Two months early, two pounds, the tallest kid in third grade
now.
Yeah, I believe in the underdog,
Who chases dreams and breaks down walls,
The shy kid who gets the prom queen,
Who's never been the star of anything.
And those two lovers hitched at city hall,
They've got each other, so they've got it all,
Call me a dreamer, say I'm a little naive,
Oh, but I believe in the underdog.
The bank's still breathin' down our necks,
We're still living check to check,
Girl, we dig deeper everyday,
We still hit our knees and pray
We pray, we pray
I believe in the underdog,
Who chases dreams and breaks down walls,
A guy like me could get the prom queen,
I've never been the star of anything.
We were two lovers hitched at city hall,
We still got each other, so we got it all,
Call me a dreamer, say I'm a little naive,
Yeah you can call me a dreamer, say I'm a little naive,
Oh, but I believe in the underdog.
Oh, in the underdog.
I believe
Yeah, in the underdog
I believe
Oh, in the underdog.
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