| I was born and raised on a little ol' farm
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| Shotgun house down by the swamp
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| Work was hard and times were kinda rough
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| But we just kept on scuffling and hanging tough
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| The one thing in our lives that kept our spirits high
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| We could let the music out
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| And it’s so cool, baby, boogie way down south
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| Saturday morning everybody goes into town
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| Hugging and laughing and talking till the sun goes down
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| Sit out on the porch late in the night
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| Break out the guitar, baby, it’s feeling right
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| Backbeat on the knee hit you down in your feet
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| Make you want to jump and shout
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| And it’s so cool, baby, the boogie way down south
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| Yeah…
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| We all moved off and got big city ways
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| But I still think about those laid back days
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| Sometimes it hits me in a dream
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| And I can almost taste that homemade ice cream
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| Backbeat on the knee hit you down in your feet
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| Make you want to jump and shout
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| And it’s so cool, baby, the boogie way down south |