Paul Cauthen - Country Clubbin' - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Paul Cauthen - Country Clubbin' lyrics

Artist: Paul Cauthen

album: Country Coming Down

Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks
Worn boots, couple bucks
Early risin', nine to five
Hand to mouth, gettin' by
Climbing higher up the ladder
Bank account gettin' fatter
Little low down
Come from nothin'
Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin'
Now it's 9-iron, cart girl
Get to take her for a whirl
Champagne, shuffleboard
Red necks on the tennis court
Ah-haha (ooh-lah-lah)
Schmoozie bougie (ooh-ha-ha)
Silver platter, fine cigars
They think I'm a superstar
First-class, elbow rubbin'
Now we're all country clubbin'
Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang
The pasture party, limousine
Parkin' on the putting green
Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
Chief of staff, look at him
Drinkin' like a president
Who's the honey on his arm?
That's the heir to Lucky Charms
Hedge fund, billionaires
Doctors, lawyers everywhere
Oil money, dynamite
Mayor's in the house tonight
First-class, elbow rubbin'
Now we're all a-country clubbin'
Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang
Writin' checks, passin' bills
Gnawin' on a chicken wing
We're goin' country clubbin'
We're goin' country clubbin'
We're goin' country clubbin'
We're goin' country clubbin'
We're goin'
♪
Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'

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