ThisnThis life is boringnThisnThis life right now is snoringnBut that's all rightnThat's okaynIt's still worth livingnnWhen it is notnI got the gun for my headnAnd I want to break free insteadnBut I could never pull the triggernI get too scarednSo I stand up insteadnI go wildnnOh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song,nThere's a songnIt's in my headnThere's a song, there's a songnA little country songnThat's in my headnnDear, dear mannBe nice to your girlnShe knows that you couldnLive without hernnAnd so she cries in your armsnEvery nightn'Til you walk out the doornShe goes wildnnOh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song,nThere's a songnIt's in my headnThere's a song, there's a songnA little country songnIt's in my headnnOn a parti, six ans de mernSans pouvoir border la terrenAu bout de la septieme anneenOn a manque de provisionsnnOn stormy seas, we six years sailednAnd never once green land we hailednThe bitter seventh year came onnWe found our stores at last were gonennOh, it's in my headnIt's in my head [Repeat: x 5]nnThisnThis life is boringnThisnThis life right now is snoring