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IF IT AIN'T COUNTRY

(Jon D'Agostino/Scott Neubert) (H) 615-383-1607 (C) 732-241-6188 lyricsmatter@aol.com www.soundclick.com/jondagostino

If it ain't country, why live it
If it ain't broke, why try'n fix it
You don't mess with a recipe that's in your blood

He was living in a small town since he was rocking in the cradle
And his daddy played nothin' but Haggard, Jones and Strait
Soon he was climbing up old oak trees
Swimming down to the bottom of the cold creeks
Driving his daddy's tractor makin' hay

Hit seventeen and yearned to reach out for those city lights
When daddy sat him down and said
"son, keep this on your mind"

If it ain't country, why live it
If it ain't broke, why try'n fix it
You don't mess with a recipe that's in your blood
If there ain't no down home cookin'
Why even go a lookin'
You can bet your life it ain't what you're made of
Some folks may say I'm wrong in a New York minute
But if it ain't country, why live it

Mama cried as the engine started, daddy handed him fifty dollars
Said "Fill the tank and call from time to time"
Pulled up to the filling station
Old man Johnson's hands a wavin'
Sayin' "son, it ain't too late to change your mind"

I once was young, and tried to run myself out of this town
Now I fix cars and count the stars every night when the sun goes down

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His tires felt like they were bout' to drive off sacred ground
When he heard the wind, like some old friend sayin' "turn this truck around"
And his heart was homeward bound...

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