| Red ride caught my eyes
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| It tore round that turn and dodge
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| She blew through a stop sign
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| Put it in park and stepped outside
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| Of a German car with Jersey plates
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| Comin' on down to UGA
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| Pretty girl on daddy’s dime
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| Away from home for the very first time
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| She looked good, high class
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| Designer shoes with a little black dress
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| Boots and jeans are more my style
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| But she had legs like a country mile
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| She wore the city on the sleeve of her shirt
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| I shot a crooked grin and I told her
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| It won’t be long before you believe
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| You’re a lot better down south with me
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| Gettin' it on underneath the pines
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| All lit up by the moonshine
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| I ain’t tryna to hide it we get down like that
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| Once you go country
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| You don’t go back
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| Yeah, she looked at me real spikily
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| Said «Honey if you really want to get to me
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| I’ll have to see a finer side
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| Candle light and white wine»
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| I smiled at her a little bit more
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| Said «Girl this ain’t no Jersey shore
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| Come with me let’s take a tour»
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| Took her hand lead her through the door
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| Of this dive bar on Clayton street
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| Ordered up two rounds of Beam
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| She was dam hot takin' that shot
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| She looked at me and our eyes locked
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| I saw the city slippin' off of her shirt
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| I saw the crooked grin and I told her
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| It won’t be long before you believe
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| You’re a lot better down south with me
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| Gettin' it on underneath the pines
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| All lit up by the moonshine
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| I ain’t tryna to hide it we get down like that
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| Once you go country
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| You don’t go back, yeah yeah
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| It ain’t no turning back baby
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| You passed the point of N.O.
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| Return you know how we roll
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| Them rowdy down south people
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| You’re wasting time at Kinkos
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| 'Cause they can’t replicate us
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| Hard times don’t ever state us
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| Keep your faith in your creator
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| We’re celebrators on Saturday night when the dogs bite
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| A victory and some Miller Lite and I’m alright
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| See you gon' learn today girl
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| This is where you supposed to be at
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| Down here where we at
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| It’s clear as day I hope you see that
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| It won’t be long before you believe
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| You’re a lot better down south with me
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| Gettin' it on underneath the pines
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| And all lit up by the moonshine
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| I ain’t tryna to hide it we get down like that
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| Once you go country
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| You don’t go back
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| No you don’t go back |