| Some folks sit and wait
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| On government checks.
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| Some of us have the
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| Sun beatin' down on our necks.
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| We’ve all got the same damn thing in mind.
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| An ol' screen door that swings
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| 'Neath the neon sign.
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| Nah, we don’t need a reason
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| To get down.
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| Turn the jukebox up to ten.
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| Son, throw 'em down.
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| Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
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| Before too long it sure be nice.
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| Just might have to buy
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| The house around.
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| In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.
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| Someone throw some cornmeal
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| Down on the floor.
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| So me and my baby can shuffle
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| Just a little bit more.
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| Then, I think we look funny,
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| The way that we move.
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| That’s our thing, and
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| We got our own groove.
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| Nah, we don’t need a reason
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| To get down.
|
| Turn the jukebox up to ten.
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| Son, throw 'em down.
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| Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
|
| Before too long it sure be nice.
|
| Just might have to buy
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| The house around.
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| In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.
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| Nah, we don’t need a reason
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| To get down.
|
| Turn the jukebox up to ten.
|
| Son, throw 'em down.
|
| Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
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| Before too long it sure be nice.
|
| Just might have to buy
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| The house around.
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| In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.
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| In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. |