| Yeah the moments like this no I can’t sit still
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| I wanna know what I know is real
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| What I know is when the whiskey hits and then it all sinks in
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| Yeah I live for the moments like this
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| (Like this, like this, like this, like this) mmh-mmh
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| (The moments like)
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| You know we’re going our way until the early morning
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| Yeah I live for the momnents like this
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| 16 in a tan Chevy Z71
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| Buckshot 33s on them 18s
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| Always got the job done
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| It had a 350 Vortec
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| I had a cooler full of long necks (whoa)
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| Ridin' shotgun was a .30−06
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| And you better pop one if you’re hop in that ditch
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| Hit it to the left, ready to make mudring, like confetti
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| Had a pretty little Debbie with red lipstick on, as red as my neck is
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| Sitting neck to me saying let’s get reckless
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| And I had the recipe, if getting naked was a mission
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| I always
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| (Taking out now) While taking shots to the liver
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| (Taking out now) Talking like I’d remember
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| Anything that we talked about
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| I get cold chills and shiver
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| and deliver my testimony
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| 'Cause I live for the moments I’m talking 'bout
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| Yeah the moments like this, no I can’t sit still
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| I wanna know what I know is real
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| What I know is when the whiskey hits and then it all sinks in
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| Yeah I live for the moments like this
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| (Like this, like this, like this, like this) mmh-mmh
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| (The moments like)
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| You know we’re going our way until the early morning
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| Yeah I live for the momnents like this
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| Loading up in that rusty truck
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| With a couple buddies again for fun
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| Going down to where the dust meets the mud
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| Where
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| Just careless and carefree
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| Beucase there’s no grief of beefing
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| Ain’t nobody bothering me
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| All I see as the clouds roll over
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| The mountains as the sun sinks
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| All I feel is the weight lift off my shoulder
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| Quick as I can blink, uh
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| End up feeling like this, I might just never return
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| strike a match and watch it burn
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| Then we’ll relive our glory days but stretching 'em stories
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| Pick little guitar and sing «A Little Too Far"until the morning
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| This ain’t hobby, it’s a lifestyle (that's right) buck wild
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| With no breaks, I’m talking 'bout
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| Yeah the moments like this, no I can’t sit still
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| I wanna know what I know is real
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| What I know is when the whiskey hits and then it all sinks in
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| Yeah I live for the moments like this
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| (Like this, like this, like this, like this) mmh-mmh
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| (The moments like)
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| You know we’re going our way until the early morning
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| Yeah I live for the momnents like this |