I Love Everyone Lyrics
| Song | I Love Everyone |
| Artist | Corey Smith |
| Album | The Broken Record |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You could say | |
| I'm just a good ‘ol boy | |
| Dipped in the batter, country fried | |
| Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camoflauge, | |
| A staunch defender of the right side. | |
| I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag, | |
| Under the shadow of the cross, | |
| Down where the colors never mixed too well, | |
| Some folks still mad ‘cuz the south lost. | |
| But I'm a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun, | |
| I may talk a little trash, but | |
| I don't hate anyone. [Chorus:] | |
| I love black people. | |
| I love brown people. | |
| I love muslims and jews, hindus and atheists too, | |
| Yes, I love everyone. | |
| I love gay people, | |
| I'm not afraid people, | |
| I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but | |
| I love everyone. | |
| My roots are buried in the georgia clay, | |
| They keep me well-grounded and strong | |
| This little town off of the interstate | |
| Is the only place | |
| I'll ever call home. | |
| But I've been above the mason-dixon line, | |
| Flew across the ocean too. | |
| And I've seen god's children everywhere | |
| I've been | |
| And they love to laugh as much as we do. | |
| I'm careful of the pride that comes before the fall. | |
| I'm one for mending a fence instead of building a wall. [Chorus] | |
| It ain't the corn bread or the collered greens | |
| The sweet tea or the bar-b-que | |
| The country music on your radio, it ain't the gospel in the pew | |
| It ain't the boots, it ain't the old blue jeans, | |
| The trucks, the tractors that we drive, | |
| It ain't the guns, it ain't the fishing poles, it ain't the slower pace of life. | |
| It's how we treat our neighbors treat our neighbors that makes us who we are. [Chorus] | |
| I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but | |
| I love everyone. |
| You could say | |
| I' m just a good ol boy | |
| Dipped in the batter, country fried | |
| Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camoflauge, | |
| A staunch defender of the right side. | |
| I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag, | |
| Under the shadow of the cross, | |
| Down where the colors never mixed too well, | |
| Some folks still mad cuz the south lost. | |
| But I' m a goodhearted, freethinking sonofagun, | |
| I may talk a little trash, but | |
| I don' t hate anyone. Chorus: | |
| I love black people. | |
| I love brown people. | |
| I love muslims and jews, hindus and atheists too, | |
| Yes, I love everyone. | |
| I love gay people, | |
| I' m not afraid people, | |
| I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but | |
| I love everyone. | |
| My roots are buried in the georgia clay, | |
| They keep me wellgrounded and strong | |
| This little town off of the interstate | |
| Is the only place | |
| I' ll ever call home. | |
| But I' ve been above the masondixon line, | |
| Flew across the ocean too. | |
| And I' ve seen god' s children everywhere | |
| I' ve been | |
| And they love to laugh as much as we do. | |
| I' m careful of the pride that comes before the fall. | |
| I' m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall. Chorus | |
| It ain' t the corn bread or the collered greens | |
| The sweet tea or the barbque | |
| The country music on your radio, it ain' t the gospel in the pew | |
| It ain' t the boots, it ain' t the old blue jeans, | |
| The trucks, the tractors that we drive, | |
| It ain' t the guns, it ain' t the fishing poles, it ain' t the slower pace of life. | |
| It' s how we treat our neighbors treat our neighbors that makes us who we are. Chorus | |
| I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but | |
| I love everyone. |
| You could say | |
| I' m just a good ol boy | |
| Dipped in the batter, country fried | |
| Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camoflauge, | |
| A staunch defender of the right side. | |
| I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag, | |
| Under the shadow of the cross, | |
| Down where the colors never mixed too well, | |
| Some folks still mad cuz the south lost. | |
| But I' m a goodhearted, freethinking sonofagun, | |
| I may talk a little trash, but | |
| I don' t hate anyone. Chorus: | |
| I love black people. | |
| I love brown people. | |
| I love muslims and jews, hindus and atheists too, | |
| Yes, I love everyone. | |
| I love gay people, | |
| I' m not afraid people, | |
| I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but | |
| I love everyone. | |
| My roots are buried in the georgia clay, | |
| They keep me wellgrounded and strong | |
| This little town off of the interstate | |
| Is the only place | |
| I' ll ever call home. | |
| But I' ve been above the masondixon line, | |
| Flew across the ocean too. | |
| And I' ve seen god' s children everywhere | |
| I' ve been | |
| And they love to laugh as much as we do. | |
| I' m careful of the pride that comes before the fall. | |
| I' m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall. Chorus | |
| It ain' t the corn bread or the collered greens | |
| The sweet tea or the barbque | |
| The country music on your radio, it ain' t the gospel in the pew | |
| It ain' t the boots, it ain' t the old blue jeans, | |
| The trucks, the tractors that we drive, | |
| It ain' t the guns, it ain' t the fishing poles, it ain' t the slower pace of life. | |
| It' s how we treat our neighbors treat our neighbors that makes us who we are. Chorus | |
| I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but | |
| I love everyone. |
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