Well I been sinking like a rock in this high society
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'Cause all that means so much to them, don't mean shit to me
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If I were in to money, fame and power, I'd be sold
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But I know I tried, and I just can't find that solid country gold
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But now I was born in Nashville but I left there long ago
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'Cause they built music city by sacrificing soul
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L.A. ain't much different, accept they got them fancy clothes
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And there's nary a sight or a leaving light of solid country gold
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'Cause they say country music ain't quite all it used to be
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But they can't see the country for all the goddamned trees
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If you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road
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I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold alright
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Now baby I been thinking 'bout where you and I should go
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You sell your apartment, and I'll shake off my load
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We'll take it down to Texas where we'll kiss that yellow rose
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And find ourselves some loving in solid country gold
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Well they say country music ain't quite all it used to be
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But they can't see the country for all the goddamned trees
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If you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road
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I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold
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Oh 'cause they say country music ain't quite all it used to be
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They can't see the country for all the goddamned trees
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And if you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road
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I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold yeah
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Yes, I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold, alright
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Solid Country Gold
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| Shooter Jennings |
