| Out in the country
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| Past the city limits sign
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| Well there’s a honky tonk
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| Near the county line
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| The joint starts jumpin' every night
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| When the sun goes down
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| They got whiskey, women music and smoke
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| It’s where all the cowboy folk
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| Go to boot scootin' boogie
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| I’ve got a good job
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| I work hard for my money
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| When it’s quittin' time
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| I hit the door runnin'
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| I fire up my pickup truck
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| And let the horses run
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| I go flyin' down the highway
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| To that hide-a-way
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| Stuck out in the woods
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| To do the boot scootin' boogie
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| Yeah, heel, toe, docie do
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| Come on baby, let’s go boot scootin'
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| Oh Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back
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| We’re gonna boogie
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| Oh, get down, turn around, go to town
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| Boot scootin' boogie
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| The bartender asks me
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| Says, «Son what’ll it be?»
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| I want a shot at that redhead yonder
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| Lookin' at me
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| The dance floor’s hoppin'
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| And it’s hotter than the Fourth of July
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| I see outloaws, inlaws, crooks and straights
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| All out makin' it shake
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| Doin' the boot scootin' boogie
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| Yeah, heel, toe, docie do
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| Come on baby, let’s go boot scootin'
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| Oh Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back
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| We’re gonna boogie
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| Oh, get down, turn around, go to town
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| Boot scootin' boogie |