Johnny Cash Junkie (Buck Owens Freak)

I grew up on Waylon, Willie and the Stones|Soundtrack to my life is a hillbilly song|Old boys like Merle, that man in black|Said what they wanted, never looked back|I tear up to ‘Crying In Time'|Me and Johnny fight to walk the line||I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots|I grew up countɾy, I'm proud of my [A]ɾoots|Red, white and [Bm]blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and [Bm]a Buck Owens freak||We got [Fm7]ɾedneck women driving ATV's|Wearing camo bikinis on [C7]CMT|I throw back a beer, I pledge allegiance to [C7]Hank|I'll take a little less pop, a lot more twang|Three cords and [Bm]some down-home soul|Some things never grow old||I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots|I grew up countɾy, I'm proud of my [A]ɾoots|Red, white and [Bm]blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and [Bm]a Buck Owens freak||[Instɾumental]||Three cords and [Bm]some down-home soul|Some things never grow old||I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots|I grew up countɾy, I'm proud of my [A]ɾoots|Red, white and [Bm]blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and [Bm]a Buck Owens freak|