| Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell
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| And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars
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| And Evel Knievel, like Virgil
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| Was a gentleman as well as a scholar
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| I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot
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| And you know I hang like a hex on a barn
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| Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file
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| Above and beyond the hole nine yards
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| Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette
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| And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets
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| Jesse James couldn’t even handle it Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit
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| 'Cause in the Great Shining Path of the Great Monster Trucks
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| There’s no such thing as beginner’s luck
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| I’m the Dirty Dozen for the price of one
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| Get it while it’s hot, going, going, going, gone
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| It’s about time you started learning
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| Started learning to come to where the flavor is Flavor is It’s about time you started learning
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| You started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
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| Where the washer’s stuffed with money are growing like grass
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| Junk bondage racks never cut you slack
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| But that’s the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs
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| Don’t hate me just because I’m beautiful
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| You’ll find that it’s really not unusual
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| When you’re raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
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| A holy trinity in Flavor Country
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| It’s about time you started learning
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| Started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
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| I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
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| And you are my happy trail
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| You are my happy trail
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| You are my happy trail
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| You are my happy trail
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| The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
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| The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
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| The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country |