Here we go.
I'll sing it, Gord.
You might say I'm addicted to fiddles and guitars,
haggard on the jukebox,
hanging at my favorite bar.
Fire up my old pickup, go cruising with my girl.
Ain't no use, I'm too far gone.
Welcome to my world.
I'm a country junkie.
Yeah, that's me all the way.
I'm hooked on a good time feeling.
I'm a country junkie till my dying day.
Yes, I am.
I
don't think they've got rehab for being a good old boy.
Rednecks with blue collars just making a little noise.
Shot a jack, throw it back, line them up again.
Ain't nothing wrong with in my blood to get crazy with my friends.
I'm a country junkie.
That's me all the way.
I'm hooked on a good time feeling.
I'm a country junkie till my dying day.
You don't have to be an outlaw.
You don't have to be a hick.
You can be anything you want to be.
You can even be city slick and be a country junkie.
I'm a country junkie.
Yeah, that's me all the way.
I'm hooked on a good time feeling.
I'm a country junkie till my dying day.
I'm hooked on a good time feeling.
I'm hooked on a good time feeling.
I'm a country junkie till my dying day.
Hey,
how about you?
Oh, me too.
I love it.
Yeah.
Nothing like a little Haggard Jones Cash.
Diffy.