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| We are y | oung country, we are the | pride |
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| The sons | and the daughters, of A | merican life |
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| Our hair | is not orange, we donât | wear chains and spikes |
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| But we k | now how to happen come S | aturday night |
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| We know whatâs right, we | know whatâs wrong |
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| We know what we like, to | hear in a song |
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| We like some of the old | stuff, we like some of t | he new |
| But we do our own choosing, we pick our own music |
| If you donât like thank you |
| Ch. |
| We are young country, we like all kinds |
| Of music and people, cause we donât draw no lines |
| Our hair is not orange, we donât wear chains and spikes |
| But we know how top happen come Saturday night |
| We like old Waylon, hey we know Van Halen |
| We like ZZTop, we like country and rock |
| Old Hank would be proud, and Elvis would too |
| Cause we like our country mixed with some big city blues |
| Ch. |
| We are young country, we are the pride |
| The sons and the daughters, of American life |
| Old Hank would be proud and Elvis would too |
| Cause we like our country mixed with some big city blues |
| We know when its hot, we know when its not |
| If you donât like thank you. |