Lyrics

STONE COLD COUNTRY
Don’t ask how much I’ve had
Don’t ask me where I’ve been
You might not like the answer
No you ain’t that thick-a-skinned
You might think I’m wasted
But I really ain’t that bad
A city boy be crawlin’ with the moonshine that I had

Well, I’m stone cold country
Fired up again
I’m Stone cold country
It’s the music not the gin
Just need it cranked up louder
Turn the jukebox way past 10
I’m stone cold country
Now don’t ask me again

Keep on askin’ questions
While I pour another drink
You can take away the bottle
But what’s in it stays with me
Now you can sit in judgment
Cause that’s just what you do
I’m heading back to the party
Cause I’m through listening to you

Yeah, I’m stone cold country
Fired up again
I’m Stone cold country
It’s the music not the gin
Just need it cranked up louder
Turn the jukebox way past 10
I’m stone cold country
Now don’t ask me again

Don’t ask me if I’m driving
Oh baby just what are you driving at
I can stumble home on my own, now
I’ve got my boots I’ve got my hat....

Well, I’m stone cold country
Fired up again
I’m Stone cold country
It’s the music not the gin
Just need it cranked up louder
Rockin’ guitars once again
I’m stone cold country
No, no, don’t ask me again

Stone cold country
Crank it way past 10
Stone cold country
Fired-fired-fired up again
Stone cold country....