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Warm Country Sun (Clarke Gilby)

I don't need the heat, I didn't ask for the power I never wanted any trouble; I won't die a coward You would think monies satisfaction, it isn't freedom if you aren't free It's all just an addiction; you'd sell your soul for some peace Give me the Warm Country Sun Get me out of the city Give me the Warm Country Sun I need some comfort and peace I'm kinda used to this poverty 'til someone tells you it's wrong I kinda like my simple ways, I never meant any harm I got God in my church; I earn the money I make My children learn appreciation with every sweat I break Yeah I love my country and I would fight in its wars Says here born in the USA tattooed on my arm