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| Letras de Canciones John Michael Montgomery It's What I Am |
I got my first guitar when I was just a boy
I was playing the blues instead of playing with toys
Listening to the Opry and dreaming of the neon lights
So it was late to bed and early to rise
I worked the field all day and the crowd all night
My finger on the trigger and Nashville in my sights
I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life
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And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
This hat ain't something I wear for style
These boots have been around a while
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
I learned to drive on a dirt road
Cruised the strip on rock and roll
And drove around on Miles and Miles of Texas
And as I grew Daddy showed me now
To earn a living by the sweat of my brow
But he never made me follow in his steps
He said work hard and let the good Lord do the rest
And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
This truck ain't something I drive for style
These boots have been around a while
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
This hat ain't something I wear for style
These boots have been around a while
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
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