Country Clubbin’ Paul Cauthen
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Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks
Worn boots, couple bucks
Early risin' 9-to-5
Hand-to-mouth, gettin' by
Climbing higher up the ladder
Bank account gettin' fatter
Little low down, come from nothin'
Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin'
Now it's 9-iron cart girl
Get to take her for a whirl
Champagne, shuffleboard
Rednecks on the tennis court
Ah haha, ooh-lah-lah
Schmoozie bougie, brouhaha
A silver platter, fine cigars
They think I'm a superstar
First-class elbow rubbin'
Now we're all country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks
Worn boots, couple bucks
Early risin' 9-to-5
Hand-to-mouth, gettin' by
Climbing higher up the ladder
Bank account gettin' fatter
Little low down, come from nothin'
Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin'
Now it's 9-iron cart girl
Get to take her for a whirl
Champagne, shuffleboard
Rednecks on the tennis court
Ah haha, ooh-lah-lah
Schmoozie bougie, brouhaha
A silver platter, fine cigars
They think I'm a superstar
First-class elbow rubbin'
Now we're all country clubbin'
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