| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco
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| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)
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| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck
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| Jacked up with the engines revvin'
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| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)
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| Fly line, Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven
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| My rebel ways got «don't tread on me» flags on the front porch
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| Modern day Jesse James, oh yeah, I keep them guns boy
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| In a beat up Chevy with dust flyin' off them tires
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| I am headed out to the levy where we gonna get wild (Oh yeah)
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| Spendin' all day and night in a place I call paradise
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| See, this heaven on earth, I’m livin' in it on the side
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| All these backwoods boys and girls are gettin' lit, twistin' fists
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| Shootin' shit, and I ain’t talkin' whiskey (Ha)
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| It’s lights out 'cause we shoot the moon, throwin' down in the middle of the
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| mud pit
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| I know it might sound crazy to you but it ain’t to me 'cause I love it out here
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| Buckin' like we ridin' mules, break out that Yeti, crank the sounds,
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| let me hit the tunes, hillbilly heaven
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| You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)
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| Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me)
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| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco
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| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)
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| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck
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| Jacked up with the engines revvin'
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| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)
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| Fly line, Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven
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| It ain’t about what you got or how much money that cost
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| Just get your hands on a grill, get you some meat and some sauce
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| Surround yourself with them folks, familiar faces with jokes
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| Embracin' bread with the people that look at you as a equal
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| Take care of your younger bucks, you might be somebody’s hero
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| You gotta show when to hold when to fold and when not to
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| And if the bullshit ever hits the fan then we got you
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| Say your prayer before you go to sleep and God does too
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| The world may get ugly but some of us still believe
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| In hillbilly heaven on earth so don’t wait until you leave
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| Just treat your neighbors like brothers, lay all that hate down to rest
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| Let’s enjoy one another and that’s how you pass the test
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| You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)
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| Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me)
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| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco
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| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)
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| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck
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| Jacked up with the engines revvin'
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| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)
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| Fly line (Woo) Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven
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| Lay out the asphalt, there’s a one lane bridge you gotta cross (Cross)
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| And there ain’t no way to get lost 'cause the road runs into paradise (Paradise)
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| You can find me on an old dusty back road (Back road)
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| Partyin' with rebels like me (Like me)
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| You can find me gettin' lit on tobacco
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| So no tellin' what you might see (Might see)
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| You can find me in the back of a short bed truck
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| Jacked up with the engines revvin'
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| Blowin' black smoke to the sky (To the sky)
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| Fly line (Woo) Red Wing steppin' in hillbilly heaven |