She’s got soft finger tips and a warm red ruby lips.She 24 in the waist and 36 and 38.

She’s is pretty as she can be and got a beautiful body,

and when she makes love to me I can’t help but hollar A-EEE!

They say that I’m a crazy cajun always rantin’ and a ravin’.

But they don’t know what they’re missing if they ain’t never had her kissin’.

In the car or in the shower I’m thinkin’ of every hour

and sometimes I get this urge to just hollar ’cause I love her.

I jumped up in a bar one night when I was feeling alright.

Let out a great big A-EEE and the sheriff said come with me.

Well he threw me into the jail I guess he didn’t like my Louisiana yell,

but a man come and bailed me out and said in his mind there was no doubt.

That I could be a big star probably get myself a brand new car.

I says you mean your going to pay me just to hear me hollar A-eee!

Yes he said thats right son!We’re gonna make a million.

So we went to Nashville town.I made a record and it played all around.

From then on they were Number 1,but I wasn’t having no fun.

I miss my Cajun Baby and all that good A-eee!

So I went on back to Louisian’ to find my girl and have a love again,

’cause after all she’s the one you see that made it all happen to me.

She’s my soul and inspiration and soon her love I’ll be tasting.

Oh she’s drivin’ me crazy with all of her A-eee!

She’s got soft finger tips and a warm red ruby lips.

Well she’s 24 in the waste and 36 and 38

and she’s as pretty as she can be.She’s got a beautiful body

and thats all that matters to me. Me and my baby and A-eee!

She’s got sexy eyes and crazy lips,she’s got magic in her finger tips!

She’s hot to handle if you know what I mean. She’s a long legged loving machine!

She’s in to pleasin’.She knows what I like.

Early in the morning and late at night.

She’s got a way of walking that’ll do you in,so if you get to thinking, better think again.

No harm in looking if you understand.She’s a one man woman.I’m a one woman man.

Theres no doubt about it when she holds me tight,

early in the morning and late at night.

Early in the morning we rock ,late in the evening we roll.We’re in it right from the start hearts,bodies and soul.

She’s cooking up a mess of moves,she keeps alot of love spread on the menu.

She’s got a man with a big appetite,

early in the morning and late at night.

Early in the morning we rock,late in the evening we roll.We’re in right from the start hearts,bodies and souls.

Yes sir!She’s cooking up a mess of moves she keeps alot of love on her menu.

She’s gpt a man with a big appetite,

early in the morning and late at night.

She’s hot to handle if you know what I mean,she’s a long legged loving machine.

She’s in to pleasin’ she knows what I like,

I like it early in the morning and late at night.
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The preacher man says its the end of time
and the Mississippi River she’s a going dry.
The interest is up and the stock markets down
and you only get mugged if you go downtown.
I live back in the woods you see,
my woman,and the kids and the dogs and me.
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four wheel drive
and a countryboy can survive. Country folks can survive.


I can plow a field all day long,
I can catch catfish from dusk til dawn.
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
aint to many things these boys can’t do.
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
and countryboy can survive, country folk can survive.


Because you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run,
cause we’re them ole boys raised on shotguns.
We say grace and we say mam
amd if you aint into that we don’t give a damn.
We came from the West Virginia coal mine’s
and the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies
and we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line
and a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive.


I had a good friend in New York City
he never called me by my name just hillbilly.
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
and his taught him to be a business man
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights
and i would send him some homemade wine
but he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
for forty three dollars my friend lost his life.
I’d love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
and shoot him with my ole forty-five
cause a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive.


‘Cause you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run,
and we’re them ole boys raised on shotgun.
We say grace, we say mam,
if you aint into that we don’t give a damn.
We’re from North California and South Alabam’
and little towns all around this land.
We can skin a buck, and run a trout line
and a countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive,
countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive.