| Let me get that fire just right, cold bottles and cans
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| Crank on that radio and take her by the hang
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| Laugh and dance all night under the moon so bright
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| That all my cares go away
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| It’s just a damn good time, a different day
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| Pull up, throw the wood out
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| Soak it all in gas and get down
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| Around the fire we start to heat up
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| Our desires while filling our cups
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| Next to our trucks, kicking up dust
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| Because the radio’s all the way turnt up
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| Naw, don’t be crawfishing, know we all is
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| A bunch of good old folks so come on with the click fam
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| We smile from ear to ear
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| 'Cause we love it here
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| Ain’t nothing better than a little late-night kissing
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| Underneath the pine tree
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| With the break light missing, no stage fright isn’t
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| Gonna change my decision, I’m about to get busy
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| Throw wind in my back with this rowdy bunch
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| Somebody put a little fire and a Hawaiian Punch
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| Let me get that fire just right, cold bottles and cans
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| Crank on that radio and take her by the hang
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| Laugh and dance all night under the moon so bright
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| That all my cares go away
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| It’s just a damn good time, a different day
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| This is all the time, 365
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| Ain’t a spring or winter break in this life
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| We live it, give it all we got
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| Got an ax for the pine now
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| Kindling’s got the fire hot
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| Mamacita’s got her eyes locked on me
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| And I might not be number 2 to you
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| But to her I’m number 1, 2 and 3
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| So I serve her her favorite
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| Mike’s Hard Lemonade, oh baby
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| I really like the way you’re making
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| Those faces, driving me crazy
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| As the night falls and the moon comes up
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| We end up in the back of the truck
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| Staring up while falling in love
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| With the good times, come on
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| Let me get that fire just right, cold bottles and cans
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| Crank on that radio and take her by the hang
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| Laugh and dance all night under the moon so bright
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| That all my cares go away
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| It’s just a damn good time, a different day
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| If you ain’t ever been with a
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| Then you don’t know what you’re missing, 'cause
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| When it’s time to dig, we go all in
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| It’ll be a night you won’t forget
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| Let me get that fire just right, cold bottles and cans
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| Crank on that radio and take her by the hang
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| Laugh and dance all night under the moon so bright
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| That all my cares go away
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| It’s just a damn good time, a different day |