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Anderson Keith Three Chord Country And American Rock Roll

My fingers memorize your body and I fall in love again You look deep inside of me and I realize That everything I'll ever need is in your eyes And I

You and me, baby, a pickin' wildflowers Hey baby, Mother Nature is waitin' and Love's bloomin' like a cherry tree Let's buzz around maybe do some pollinating And

eye Said, "Go where you gotta go, but don't forget to call home" And momma cried, "Keep Jesus in your life" And I hugged her one last time And then I

souls of all those boys That did not nderstand But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold But the clothes don't make the man Designer names, rips and

she had me Took two nurses to hold me and one nurse to slap me Doctor turned to Mamma and he shook his head Wiped the sweat off his brow and then he

kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll Yeah... Give Three Chord Country... And American Rock & Roll

little souls of all those boys that did not understand But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold But The Clothes Don't Make The Man Designer names Rips and

a little peace... on earth. Chorus: Baby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers? Got a spot way back in the woods. Sneak away for a couple of hours, You and

Dolly? Are you famous yet?" I just say: "Momma, keep me in your prayers: "And I'll know when I get there." I don't know if it's worth it. And I don't