Letras:
Arena Country

a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from Well I was south of Detroit City I pulled in this country kitchen To try their brand of

ve seen the Hollywood sign now And how it shines But when you smile I swear I would follow you a country mile Please save me before I do things that aren

, I'm the best of both worlds without the hidden camera, and the 12 year old girl at stage at your basics, you aren't half the man that I am I throw your

lord god will think I'm good Countries manufacture bombs and guns To kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren

our lord god will think I'm good. Countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren

alright (Cigarette smoker) I'm sorry, but we're all unsure How much you've had but (We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more A country home

ye people restless in the refusal of peace and when a man chooses religion, aren't you the one's to kill him? and when a country is built, aren't you

can go there. But the smart entrance, it's a little more exclusive.A?A?A? So what you wanna belong to? The country club, or the cardboard shack? The penthouse

you're there to pull me through, aren't you? So I look for love I like the search And I'll be standing for election all across the known universe Let every president get the country