| Song | Tell a Country Boy |
| Artist | Rodney Atkins |
| Album | It's America |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coly, Henderson | |
| He aint much for talkin, | |
| but he means every word he says, | |
| well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed, | |
| leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord, | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee | |
| but for a girl like you | |
| he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice | |
| he'll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much | |
| cuz all he's ever gonna be is who he always was | |
| a cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy | |
| you can always tell a country boy | |
| He'll go off and take a long walk | |
| when he needs some time to think | |
| might even let ya drive his truck | |
| when he's had to much to drink | |
| bout as true blue as ol glory | |
| wavin out there on tha pourch | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Yea you can always tell him | |
| but you cant tell him much | |
| sometimes his gears turn so slow | |
| you swear there gonna rust | |
| from tha way he bangs that ol guitar | |
| to tha gravel in his voice | |
| You can always tell a country boy | |
| Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then | |
| but you can't drag them forty acres outta him | |
| yea you can always tell him | |
| but you can't tell him much | |
| he's on tha fence about alot of things | |
| but on you his minds made up | |
| cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter | |
| than tha sweet sound of your voice | |
| you can always tell a country boy | |
| whatevers on your heart | |
| now come on and tell this country boy |
| zuo qu : Coly, Henderson | |
| He aint much for talkin, | |
| but he means every word he says, | |
| well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed, | |
| leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord, | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee | |
| but for a girl like you | |
| he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice | |
| he' ll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much | |
| cuz all he' s ever gonna be is who he always was | |
| a cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy | |
| you can always tell a country boy | |
| He' ll go off and take a long walk | |
| when he needs some time to think | |
| might even let ya drive his truck | |
| when he' s had to much to drink | |
| bout as true blue as ol glory | |
| wavin out there on tha pourch | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Yea you can always tell him | |
| but you cant tell him much | |
| sometimes his gears turn so slow | |
| you swear there gonna rust | |
| from tha way he bangs that ol guitar | |
| to tha gravel in his voice | |
| You can always tell a country boy | |
| Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then | |
| but you can' t drag them forty acres outta him | |
| yea you can always tell him | |
| but you can' t tell him much | |
| he' s on tha fence about alot of things | |
| but on you his minds made up | |
| cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter | |
| than tha sweet sound of your voice | |
| you can always tell a country boy | |
| whatevers on your heart | |
| now come on and tell this country boy |
| zuò qǔ : Coly, Henderson | |
| He aint much for talkin, | |
| but he means every word he says, | |
| well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed, | |
| leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord, | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee | |
| but for a girl like you | |
| he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice | |
| he' ll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much | |
| cuz all he' s ever gonna be is who he always was | |
| a cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy | |
| you can always tell a country boy | |
| He' ll go off and take a long walk | |
| when he needs some time to think | |
| might even let ya drive his truck | |
| when he' s had to much to drink | |
| bout as true blue as ol glory | |
| wavin out there on tha pourch | |
| yea you can always tell a country boy | |
| Yea you can always tell him | |
| but you cant tell him much | |
| sometimes his gears turn so slow | |
| you swear there gonna rust | |
| from tha way he bangs that ol guitar | |
| to tha gravel in his voice | |
| You can always tell a country boy | |
| Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then | |
| but you can' t drag them forty acres outta him | |
| yea you can always tell him | |
| but you can' t tell him much | |
| he' s on tha fence about alot of things | |
| but on you his minds made up | |
| cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter | |
| than tha sweet sound of your voice | |
| you can always tell a country boy | |
| whatevers on your heart | |
| now come on and tell this country boy |