| Well I smoke, I drank
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| And took it back it makes me think
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| And once I learned to live
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| I hid in the sticks
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| We’ve just got one (real life)
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| I’m running every time
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| I go to see my girl
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| She’s the hottest in this world
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| 'Bout to get a clue
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| Imma pour some bourbon, y’all
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| It’s Southern-fried Friday night
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| Everything is all right
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| Raise a little hell
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| While we’re shooting at the moonlight
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| Loud as we wanna
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| We’re ain’t thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| 'Cause we’re crazy, crazy
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| Rolling down a dirt road
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| Spitting out the window
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| Kick it into four-low
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| And watch it blow the black smoke
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| This is the country life
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| On Southern-fried Friday night
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| (Yeah, I’m gonna tell you what I like now:)
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| I said skirts and boots
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| Little redneck attitudes
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| A tattoo or three
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| Well that’s just fine with me
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| We got that music
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| Tonight we own this town
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| They say
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| What you get is what you see
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| Put your best shirt on
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| And pour some bourbon, y’all
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| Awe, shit!
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| It’s Southern-fried Friday night
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| Everything is all right
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| Raise a little hell
|
| While we’re shooting at the moonlight
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| Loud as we wanna
|
| We’re ain’t thinking 'bout tomorrow
|
| 'Cause we’re crazy, crazy
|
| Rolling down a dirt road
|
| Spitting out the window
|
| Kick it into four-low
|
| And watch it blow the black smoke
|
| This is the country life
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| On Southern-fried Friday night
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| If you find yourself just passin' through
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| Ain’t got nothing else better to do
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| Stop right in—
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| We’ll show you how we do
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| A Southern-fried Friday night
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| Everything is all right
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| Raise a little hell
|
| While we’re shooting at the moonlight
|
| Loud as we wanna
|
| We’re ain’t thinking 'bout tomorrow
|
| 'Cause we’re crazy, crazy
|
| Rolling down a dirt road
|
| Spitting out the window
|
| Kick it into four-low
|
| And watch it blow the black smoke
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| This is the country (life)
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| This is our county
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| This is just what we like
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| A Southern-fried Friday night |