| I don’t know where I can find the finest wine in town
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| And I don’t know where the velvet rope unhooks for the uptown crowd
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| Don’t know the name of the restaurant where the valet parked your ride
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| But I know where to buy ice-cold beer, where to tear up a Friday night
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| 'Cause I got the keys to the country
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| Sitting in my F-350
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| I know where to park, way out in the dark
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| Where the stars shine down so pretty
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| Got the keys to the gate
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| A little honey hole to take you, honey
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| I ain’t got the keys to the city
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| But I got the keys to the country
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| I got the inside track, I can take you back
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| To a fresh-cut bottomland field
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| And there’s a little bit of water still standing in the corner
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| If you feel like spinning these wheels
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| And there’s a crack in the roof where the moon shines through
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| If you wanna hide out in a barn
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| We can set up shop and let the tailgate drop
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| Have our own little flatbed bar
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| Baby, I got the keys to the country
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| Sitting in my F-350
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| I know where to park, way out in the dark
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| Where the stars shine down so pretty
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| Got the keys to the gate
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| A little honey hole to take you, honey
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| I ain’t got the keys to the city
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| But I got the keys to the country
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| Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll?
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| Get a little green grass on your soul
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| Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go
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| 'Cause I got the keys to the country
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| I got the keys to the country
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| Sitting in my F-350
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| I know where to park, way out in the dark
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| Where the stars shine down so pretty
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| Got the keys to the gate
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| A little honey hole to take you, honey
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| I ain’t got the keys to the city
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| But I got the keys to the country
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| Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll?
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| Get a little green grass on your soul
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| Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go
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| 'Cause I got the keys to the country
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| Know these lonely roads by name
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| I can get you where |