Country Song Songtext
von Happy Mondays

Well, I′m a simply city boy with simple country tastes
Smoking wild-grown marijuana keeps that smile on your face
But it says so, so, so, so longer to you
But it says so, so, so, so longer

Listening to my system, just the other night
Watching my TV with the sound turned down
Checking out the late, late, late, night fight night
Checking out the late, late, late, night fight night


Biting off your hands, throwing your peas and pans
Knocking you to the floor, accusing you, you filthy whore
And more, more, more, more, more now
More, more, more, too much more now

Well, I'm a simply city boy with stupid country tastes
Smoking wild-grown marijuana keeps that smile on my face
Depending on the mood, mood, mood, mood, mood, mood
Depending on the mood, mood, mood, mood, mood, mood

You better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming
You better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming
Redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya
Oh, redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya

You better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming
You better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming
Redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya