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© Eric Michael Jones [ASCAP] I was born in New England Lived here all my life Got a three bedroom house in the suburbs With my two kids and my first wife Went to USC, got a degree I must have learned a thing or three But I never learned the right way To hang a tire swing from the old oak tree Iâm not country I never owned a pickup truck Donât drink too much or get in fights Never been down on my luck I never rode a painted pony Across a meadow fresh with dew But if Iâm ever born again my friend Thatâs the first thing that Iâll do Got a picture of the Smokey Mountains Taped to my office wall Down at the local pub I pretend a southern drawl And put Johnny Cash on the jukebox âCause he makes my heart ache Staring out the window at the taxicabs I think God must have made some cruel mistake âCause Iâm not country Never plowed a field of corn I never rode in an eighteen-wheeler Or even blew the horn Never made love to my sweetheart Underneath the sky so blue But if Iâm ever born again my friend Gonna do that too Iâve been to London Paris, Beijing and Bangkok too Sip martinis with the jet set in New York City So why am I blue? Because Iâd rather be alone on an old dirt road Just kickinâ stones Iâve never been to West Virginia But to me that sounds like home But Iâm not country Thatâs just songs on the radio And I ainât goinâ down to Nashville To some Grand olâ Opry show Never wore a cowboy hat or boots Or chug-a-lugged a brew But youâd better believe in my next life Thatâs the third, fourth and fifth thing Iâm gonna do Iâll never own a pickup truck I donât drink too much or get in fights Never been down on my luck I never rode a painted pony Across a meadow fresh with dew But if Iâm ever born again my friend Thatâs the first thing that Iâll do |