| I got a call from old grandpappy
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| He could tell there was something wrong
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| He said the city don’t stow your happy
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| My little hillbilly been gone too long
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| You been missing that big, green mountain
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| You been missing that big, blue sky
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| Get yourself back home to your kin, now
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| You can get across, 'cause the creek ain’t high
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| You’d be fine back in the middle of the woods
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| Sipping wine, song on a fiddle
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| Get a little bit of it to do you good
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| Tried to tell him that I just couldn’t make it
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| Too busy, and I can’t break free
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| You said you’re getting too big for your bridges, but
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| You ain’t too big to put across my knee
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| So here I am in the car with my girl, now
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| Gonna show her some country fun
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| She said «Hey, can I bring my cell phone?»
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| Baby, you can bring it, but it won’t work none
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| You’d be fine back in the middle of the woods
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| Sipping homemade wine, hearing that fiddle
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| Get a little bit of it to do you good
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| Get a little bit of it to do you good
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| I got a call from old grandpappy
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| That’s why we’re here today
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| Got my city girl here in my lap
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| We drinking and we thinking that we just might stay
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| We’ll be fine back in the middle of the woods
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| Come up, and spend some time hearing that fiddle
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| Watch grandad wittle
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| Get a little bit of it to do you good
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| Get a little bit of it to do you good
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| Get a little bit of that will do you |