| Mmmmmm mmmmmm
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| Ohhhh ooohhh yea
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| Sitting here thinking
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| Damn Im getting a little older
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| Trying to find some piece of mind
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| Take the weight of the world off my shoulders
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| mmmm got me driving down the highway
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| Trying to make it through each and every day
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| Fade to black n all poverty
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| Take a truck and move my people down south with me Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
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| On a one way trip into Georgia
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| Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skys
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| Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
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| On an open highway through Georgia
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| Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
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| Sitting here looking in the mirror
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| Damn it’s getting a little clearer
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| If I could paint a perfect picture
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| Would u dare take it wit ya, take it wit ya, take it wit ya Picture us whistleing while fishing
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| Picture us dancing while romancing
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| To a tune that belongs to me and u My ball and chain we will all be free yea
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| We can be dancing, steady romancing
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| Whisteling, while we steady fishing
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| Yea, yeah, oooh, oooooooh
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| Oooooooh, yeah |