| We got Detroit diesels are burning
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| And a couple hundred good years are turning
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| Got a convoy hellbound headed to your hometown
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| Fueling up on smoking crown
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| All them girls lined up in bikinis
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| And sipping on their noon time martinis
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| If you wanna party with the band get a stamp on your hand
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| But you better shake it just like you mean it
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| You know I come to git down
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| Right here in your party town
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| Play some country rock and roll
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| Stomp a big mud hole
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| Get 20,000 people spinning out of control
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| I see tailgating boys that are joking
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| And the girls are already smoking
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| So hold up your lighters
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| I go walking cross the fire
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| And take this round a little bit higher
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| You know I come to git down
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| Right here in your party town
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| Play some country rock and roll
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| Stomp a big mud hole
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| Get 20,000 people spinning out of control
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| Say hey hey hey
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| Hey little lady now what you think maybe
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| Tell us baby what’s your name
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| If you wanna feel the heat baby come up here with me
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| And watch my guitar play
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| You know I come to git down
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| Right here in your party town
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| Play some country rock and roll
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| Stomp a big mud hole
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| Get 20,000 people spinning out of control |