| Jumped in that school Cadillac
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| Packed up all my things, I won’t be back
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| The sun is setting as I hit the road
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| Sky’s the limit, no one ever knows
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| Pouring down, raining as I jump on the 59
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| Tips hat, baby, as she chugs down a glass of wine
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| Moonshine rattling in the trunk of my 65
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| Backseat jumping, pulled over to have a good time
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| (Woohoo)
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| Yeah, baby
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| Damn right
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| (Woohoo)
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| Gotta get to her, I gotta go but I’m all empty
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| Pull out a cradle of moonshine and sit it on concrete
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| Pour about 6 in the tank and a gallon of whiskey
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| Turn the ignition, it crank and I’m running on gasoline
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| As it was pouring down, raining thought I was stuck on the 59
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| Tip hat, smiling as I think about the good old times
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| Moonshine rattling in the trunk of my 65
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| Laid two stripes on the ground, nothing could steal my shine
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| (Woohoo)
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| Yeah, baby
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| Damn right
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| (Woohoo)
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| Pouring down, raining as I jump on the 59
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| Tips hat, smiling as she chugs down the glass of wine
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| Moonshine rattling in the trunk of my 65
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| Backseat jumping, pull over to have a good time |