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| 2:25 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:19 |
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| 3. |
| 2:47 |
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| 4. |
| 3:23 | 
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Corn liquor
It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Now way back in the woods Where I come from My daddy had a still And my momma had a gun Yonder came the sheriff Tried to make us run Momma shot him dead Now I'm her only son Everybody got something to lose Hey everybody Everybody's got something to lose A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too Corn liquor I'm saying corn liquor Everybody got something to lose Hey everybody Everybody got something to lose A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too Corn liquor It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Now momma's back in prison It's life without parole And daddy's down in Georgia Selling pecan roll I'm back in this hollow Just playin' my fiddle And selling my corn liquor To the poor sheriff's widow Corn liquor It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Corn liquor I'm sayin' corn liquor It's that corn liquor It's that corn liquor Corn liquor |
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| 5. |
| 2:53 |
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| 6. |
| 2:22 |
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Well out on the bypass
Not too far, There's a joint that's a jumpin' When they close up the bars Well if walls could talk Man, the stories they'd tell Holding up the roof on a cheap motel Holding up the roof on a cheap motel You can rent 'em all night But they're cheaper by the hour The towels are clean But they still smell sour The night clerk's smiling 'Cause he's usually stoned But you can do out there What you can't do at home There's a cigarette burn On the table by the bed And a king James bible That's never been read If walls could talk Man, the stories they'd tell Holding up the walls on a cheap motel Holding up the walls on a cheap motel They got a cinder block wall So you can't be seen Walking out naked By the ice machine Keep it hush-hush Cause you never can tell Who you'll see walking 'Round a cheap motel There's a cigarette burn On the table by the bed And a king James bible That's never been read If walls could talk Man, the stories they'd tell Holding up the roof on a cheap motel Holding up the roof on a cheap motel Hey! Just holdin' up the roof Just a-holdin' up the roof on a cheap motel |
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| 3:36 |
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| 8. |
| 4:48 |
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| 9. |
| 4:13 |
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Got himself a peach colored leisure suit
Hundred dollar bills stuffed in floor shined boots Smelling like a mint flavored soda pop Sure smelling sweet when the weather gets hot You got a dime He's got a dollar He's the king of corn Born from way back in Nerhada Call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can Bought himself a camera down in Gunthersville Bought it with the money from a moonshine still Hey hillbilly blue way on back on red Always gotta cold Diet Pepsi in his fist You got a dime He's got a dollar He's the king of corn Born from way back in Nerhada Call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can You drink it by the glass, you can buy it by the jar He told my sister that he'd make her a star His cash flow is about a hundred proof Just opened up a line of tanning booths You got a dime He's got a dollar He's the king of corn Born from way back in Nerhada Call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can And if ya cousin stops by be sure to give a holler They call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can |
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| 10. |
| 3:01 |
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| 11. |
| 4:03 |
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| 12. |
| 1:58 |
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| 13. |
| 5:25 |
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