little throwback. Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that. Call me hick, hillbilly, hell I'm proud to be what that makes me I like a 60's truck. The kind that's solid steel. The kind that always
for you In the sticks. Well it's you and me baby. And I ain't no country hick. But me and the city, we just don't mix Dancin' on a moonbeam. When I finally caught your name. Said, "You had to be
Words and Music by Randy Owen. . Chorus. Oh, play me some mountain music, like grandma and grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the river to a Cajun hideaway. . Drift away like Tom Sawy
