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Travis Tritt Country Club

I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is

I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is

rock and country and that's just what I did Put some drive in your country Keep country drivin' on Put some drive in your country Hey, let's keep country

in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar We're the backbone of this country and we'

Bobby played his guitar on the hard side of town Where it's hard for a poor boy to find the money He had dedication, he had the heart and soul Somehow

Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin' cinders And the sound of that old whistle on the wind I always wondered where the train was going

Full moon risin' over Atlanta And I'm fourteen stories high Lookin' down on a street full of people Just like bees in a hive Lord sometimes I feel like