| Mason jars and fireflies
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| White diamonds stars up in that sky
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| We was just some barefoot mountain kids
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| Cannon-balling off the bridge
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| Running like a runaway train
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| I remember holler honeysuckle smell
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| Drinking from the neighbor’s well
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| Burning through some hot as hell days
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| Turn it back in the backwoods
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| Come right around sundown
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| Yeah, the getting got real good
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| 'Cause that’s when they come out
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| Them mason jars and fireflies
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| White diamonds stars up in that sky
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| In every wind howl in the night
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| Yeah, there’s a call, sweet summertime
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| Yeah, we’re getting older but the fire’s still burning
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| And we’re still sitting round it and the girl’s still turning
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| Me on, Virginia clear to drink on, and southern sparks, neon
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| Blinking lights in the dark like lightning
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| Them mason jars and fireflies
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| White diamonds stars up in that sky
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| In every wind howl in the night
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| Yeah, there’s a call, sweet summertime
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| So come on boys, get the guitars out
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| Bet them girls gon' get on down
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| Take a sip of that mountain shine
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| Nothing like sweet summertime
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| Making noise on the mountaintop
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| We gon' make that mountain rock
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| Way out here it’s a way of life
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| Nothing like sweet summertime
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| Mason jars and fireflies
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| White diamonds stars up in that sky
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| In every wind howl in the night
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| Yeah, there’s a call, sweet summertime
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| Mason jars and fireflies
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| (So come on boys, get the guitars out
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| Bet them girls gon' get on down)
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| White diamonds stars up in that sky
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| (Take a sip of that mountain shine
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| Nothing like sweet summertime)
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| In every wind howl in the night
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| (Making noise on the mountaintop
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| We gon' make that mountain rock)
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| Yeah, there’s a call, sweet summertime
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| (Way out here it’s a way of life
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| Nothing like sweet summertime) |